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FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 111
Yura watched all this, pushing the branches of a thick bush, behind which he lay down in one of the monster's absences. He did not forget about the rear either, hastily throwing branches and grass plucked nearby over him. The young man did not experience any mental anguish and outbursts of pity, set by the genre, firmly intending to kill the goblin by hook or by crook, which he himself was quietly amazed at. The monster aroused in him a deep hatred and a desire to kill, unknown during his lifetime.Despite the holozados, the goblin turned out to be a real gourmet - a deli. He gutted the fish with a sharpened metal plate, sprinkled it with something from the pots and put it around with pre-cut roots. All this was piled on the iron sheet mentioned above and placed over hot coals.The goblin felt good, but Yura felt bad. In the first hour of lying in ambush, I painfully wanted to itch, in the second, it was no less painfully drawn to toss and turn. Mosquitoes and midges reconnoitered the
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 112
Before Yura had time to finish, the goblin appeared on the threshold and began sniffing suspiciously. The young man, more out of fright than according to plan, threw a makeshift lasso at the enemy's head. And hit! Whether driven by luck, or maybe a small distance and calculation, but rather both, the ring passed the target's head and landed on the shoulders of a green humanoid.The goblin turned around in fear and met his eyes. In the eyes that were much larger than human, fear and indignation were read. Realizing that it smells like a goblin-kaput, the monster reached out with his fingers to the rope, but Yura did not doze off and already began to wind the cord around his elbow, tightening the noose around the prey's neck.Alas, things did not go at all as tactical fantasy had drawn. The goblin, having managed to put his fingers under the rope, tried to throw it off. It did not work out, since she had already closed enough on his thin neck, and there was some tension. In Yura, from f
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 113
The creature twisted and, showing extraordinary strength, threw the hit aside. The goblin, meanwhile, calmed down, and the clawed "crap", leaving a hindrance, crawled towards the half-dead teenager. Yura, wheezing with fear, watched in horror as the monster slowly rearranged its crocodile paws, with each step bringing its death closer. Suddenly, the creature twitched convulsively, somehow even squeaked plaintively, rolled over on its side and froze.It is not clear why the consciousness was still retained in Yuri's body. The pain coming from the limbs drilled into the brain, the young man felt how life painfully slowly flows out of the wounded legs. At the same time, even with the prospect of resurrection, I did not want to die at all. A wave of acute melancholy and helplessness rolled over. The already familiar gurgle reached the ear. The carcass of the "Alien" turned white, became transparent and quickly absorbed into the stones of the floor. In its place were crystals - red and blu
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 114
The system is ready to provide you with assistance in obtaining and developing the following abilities:1) Magical abilities, (presumably opening access from level 1).2) Combat skills, (presumably opening access from level 30).Choosing one of the feature trees does not mean closing access to the other.”Delicious is delicious, but before “eating” it was worthwhile to think carefully about the “happiness” that had fallen, which Yura did:“First, what is the System? There is a suspicion that in a world where I have not seen a single light bulb in a week, they are not talking about computers. Stop, Vladimir was talking about a certain "System", and he seemed to say that it was she who gives skills and magic. Obviously the status window also applies to it. Okay, let's wait and see.Further, the conclusion suggests itself that skills are not given for free and everything needs to be developed by yourself. Or give? After all, I have never shot a real bow in my life. Although, my first ski
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 115
“Yes, and there are no people here, at five in the morning ...” - he summed up.In addition, it turned out that there were no more goblins on the floor and, perhaps, everything that had happened to Yura was a dream. Moreover, there was no puddle of black blood spread across the floor. Only a broken ax and two pairs of small crystals dispelled doubts about the reality of night events. The young man picked up four small regular-shaped balls from the floor, two red and two blue, studied them for a long time, and then put them in a bag.In the meantime, it was finally dawn on the surface. Standing under the gap, Yura saw that the corridor leading to the unexplored part of the dungeon was not blocked, and after ten meters it sharply turns somewhere to the side.Moving from contemplation to action, he began to move towards the unknown. After the turn, I had to slowly step over in pitch darkness about twenty meters. It got a little creepy. After all, this is the first dungeon in his life. Re
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 116
In the next room, there was no break in the wall, which is why we had to move along the central corridor.Vigilantly peering into every centimeter of the turn, the young man passed three more boxes of rooms in the outer ring.“In general, if I were the monsters, I would have smelled my “carcass” long ago,” he thought. - I smell like a garbage truck after yesterday. Something is clearly not right here. Maybe it's the skills I've acquired?For such reflections and shudders from the rustles, which he mainly produced himself, Yura passed somewhere half the circle, if taken from the place where the monsters were sitting. From time to time he heard them grumbling, but not because of the dangerous proximity, but because the sounds in this place spread quite well. At some point, the way forward began to seem unpromising to him. After all, continuing to move in this way, he will very soon come out to an undesirable company, or even visit a "crocodile", which could already complete his business
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 117
The young man got up, settled down on the fifth point, and then carefully shook out the chain mail rolled into a roll from the bag. Following her, a black cylinder fell on the stones, which looked like a large lipstick, however, a stone one.The chain mail looked wonderful: the metal fiber rolled over the hands like a noble matter, the rings were small, densely woven. I couldn't even believe the armor was real.“The color is like my mother’s platinum brooch. Looks like some fantasy metal."But here a strange thought came into the head of the hitman. Although not at all strange, but very practical.“Yes, hell, I’ll drag her to the city, if she’s not strong, nevermind!”Yura pulled out a dagger and, with all his little foolishness, jabbed the blade into the bundle of fiber that lay on the stone in front of him. What he immediately universally regretted. No, nothing special happened. The dagger did not go through the armor like butter, nor did it rebound from the magic put on magical art
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 118
Approaching the next passage, Yura found himself in front of the entrance to a copy of the first room, where the dungeon ended. It turned out to be much more interesting here: along the walls there were a couple of barrels, several large pot-bellied bottles of cloudy glass, different-sized bales, multi-colored stone tiles, furniture elements and several broken cart wheels. Bundles of unknown herbs hung on the walls, and a wooden box bound in rusty iron, though without a lid, caught my eye. Everything except the barrels looked time-worn, and was probably taken from places abandoned by people.Suddenly, there was a distinct rustle behind him.Yura turned around. Behind him, quite close, stood a large goblin of his own height. The hit man screamed, and he wanted to wave the ax away, not to hit, but just to wave it away, but he did not have time. The goblin quickly closed the distance and grabbed Yurina's weapon arm with his hand. His other hand, with the force of a metal vise, clasped th