It was dark, cold and damp all around. I really wanted to puke. But why would you want...- B-v-e-e-e-e, - with painfully unpleasant spasms, the stomach threw out its contents."It stinks ... And how, damn it, bad," Yura groaned in his mind with a burning consciousness.Then he tried to get up, but the body, which at first seemed to obey, treacherously suddenly lost strength. Head spinning, after which the young man fell exhausted to the cold floor, sprawled with a slap in a puddle of his own vomit.Panic thoughts swirled in my head."Abomination! Lipko. Am I naked!? And why is it dark in here?Yura tried to get up again, but there was absolutely no strength in his body. And no matter how disgusting it was to lie in a stinking puddle on cold stones, he could do nothing about it. And in the meantime, something should have been done."Wait, where am I? Why is it dark? Is this a morgue? Terrible thoughts flashed through my head. - Oh, yes, I felt bad, my heart ached. Maybe she was taken
The young man looked once more at the wiry men and the girl leaning against the wall. The logic of the past life hinted demandingly that if there is a naked woman and two men, then something indecent must definitely happen. And yet, something told the unlucky gamer that nothing like this happened here and could not happen.“How many wonderful discoveries this cruel world will bring to us, how much it will give and take away,” Vladimir whistled, clearly catching the train of thought of the young man.With a sour chuckle, he explained:- Even if the opportunity to poke a member in this world is not taken away, it will not work to poke it anywhere. Unless, of course, you plan to get out of here ... - the man commented somehow sadly and very incomprehensibly, looking at Yura along the way.From the ceiling came the muffled voices of people, the sounds of blows and the creaking of stone slabs. With a creak, an expanding joint strip appeared on the ceiling, and then part of the stone ceilin
- Hey, - Marina waved her hands in front of the eyes of a dangling young man. - Are you with us at all? Do you want to eat? Can you walk? Thick of course, but you are unlikely to roll.During his lifetime, Yura did not possess special determination and fortitude, and he did not acquire these qualities even after his death. Finally realizing that what was happening was not a prank, he sniffled and cried. He was seized with an incomprehensible confidence that everything that had gone before had gone forever. Gone is the school, favorite game, mother, hometown, all this remained there - far away and now inaccessible.Marina sighed and, sitting down on the boards next to the young man, began to dangle her legs, waiting for Yura to cry. She had patience, as the former gamer gurgled and sniffed for almost an hour.Finally finishing his outpourings and calming down a bit, Yura blurted out:- Can I get home? And I really want to drink.- You're dead bastard. You need to rejoice! - the girl tu
“No, this is not the Middle Ages anywhere,” the young man reflected. - Rather, something closer to the nineteenth century, or even to the beginning of the twentieth, - he concluded and looked after an elegant carriage drawn by two horses. A coachman in a green jacket, driving the animals, shouted something in an unfamiliar language.- This is a small coastal town, I have already examined everything here, - Marina commented on shaking his head. - He is quite rich because of maritime trade and fishing: the fish is salted and sent deep into the mainland. There is also a manufactory, well, workshops where they make all sorts of different things. But there are no military schools, no magical academy. I understand this, I read many books about such places.- What kind of books? Yura wondered.Well, fantasy...- Aaah, yes ... - the young man prudently concealed his skepticism. - And what about the progress? Are there guns, cannons?“Here you guys just give it to you,” the girl puffed out her
The prisoner began to inspect the ceiling and walls, but he did not find any lamps, like windows, on them. Only the smooth surface of large stone blocks, and heaps of boxes and bags along the walls. But there was light, and even if not very bright, this light evenly filled the hall!Here the attention of those who came was intercepted by black Mike, who waved his hand affably, inviting everyone to the table. A man already familiar to Yura was sitting next to him and frowning his face. The same "groaner" that appeared with him in the dark basement on the first day in this world. Now he looked gloomy and sported a week-long stubble that suited him just fine. He was dressed in all the same rough clothes from the local collection "From Freebies for Popadants", except that her size was larger than Marina's. A little further away sat a Korean woman who did not show off her feminine charms today, due to the presence of clothes of the mentioned style on her body.Two monks brought a heavy vat
- How long have you personally been in this world? Zhenya asked, taking on the role of the main questioner."Thirty years," the man sighed. - Okay, move on. Don't judge this place by this city, this world is different. And the northern end of the mainland is a calm place, at the same time it is very similar in vegetation and weather to our world. Cities and lands near cities resemble oases, not in the sense that it is good in them, but in the sense that this is a world of people and there, beyond the plowed fields - the possession of monsters. Those who created this place did not create it from scratch, but took a world like ours and thoroughly “shoveled”. This is due to the fact that the creators of the System have a special attitude towards local residents. They are ordinary mortals, and judging by the books and legends, the "zoo" for people like us was not always here. So respect the local laws and regulations, they are reasonable, even if you have to answer not to the law, but to
Vladimir's explanation, which is not an explanation at all, but a brief briefing on points important from the narrator's point of view, did not satisfy Yura at all. And not because the information was unimportant, no, probably very important, only this information at the current moment was perceived very much out of touch with what was happening.Everyone talks about fantasy and RPG elements, but they are not felt around at all, there is another world, there is no fantasy. Well, except that there is a sign with the status. At the same time, at first, Yura doubted that this world was different, not native. The first day it seemed to him that it was worth leaving the city, walking a couple of kilometers and this whole attraction would end. But after thinking about the situation a little, he understood clearly - this is not a hoax and not a film set of a global scale. And it's not even about the characteristics plate, which an inquisitive mind quickly found a couple of "scientific" expla
As you know, you get used to good things quickly, which is why, after two relatively comfortable nights, the young man believed that the worst was over. Ah, if only… For a couple of “calm” nights, the “Cthulhu” below gained strength and on the third night set about Yura thoroughly, turning the morning return to the suffering body into a heavenly awakening. The torment turned out to be so unbearable that the next evening the former gamer decided not to sleep at all and tossed and turned for a long time, sniffing on the bed. To which Zhenya, who also spent the night in the hostel and who couldn’t sleep like Yuri’s sniffling, briefly told him:- It's no use, the gopnik said that if you miss a night, then the next one you'll suffer for two and throw it on top. He tried twice, I didn't check, but I'm sure he's right.Having finished, Zhenya, following a vow of laconicism, turned away and sniffed on the next bed. Yura followed suit. The night turned out to be…The next day he felt better, i