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FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 95
A scarf soaked in chaos.The mist, white as milk, bulges and slowly floats around. It gives off a coolness and a rotten smell, as if I were again in a swamp. In height, it rises to the waist. So dense that under it you can’t see the earth or what is hidden in it.The feeling of danger like a sticky, slimy lump enveloped the frantically beating heart and squeezes it every time any faint rustle touches the hearing. Covered in a cold sweat, peering into the white haze in the hope of at least seeing something and expecting some kind of reptile to jump out of there, I moved forward. Fear constrains movement and only by an effort of will can one force oneself to go. After all, to remain in place means to die. The counter in the corner under the hit points and mana is counting down.The pale moon pours light around the area, somehow dispersing the darkness. All the windows are closed with massive iron shutters, and the light penetrates only through small, barely noticeable cracks. Moans and
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 96
Finally, I crawled to the roof, began to convulsively climb down the stairs, which at the last moment slid slightly down, which made my insides shrink. My feet touched the tiles, and the tension that had never left me eased a little. I wanted to drag the ladder in the usual way, but remembered my capabilities, mentally called up the menu and ordered it to be put into inventory. She was engulfed in light and in a moment the stairs disappeared.Climbing to the top of the roof, he looked into the distance. There are forty more houses to the outskirts of the city.I took a couple of breaths in and out and moved on.There are 2 hours and 40 minutes left before death.* * *A shiver runs through my body, the stairs creak under my weight, and look, either the steps will break, or the stairs themselves will break.To my surprise, the distance between the houses turned out to be different everywhere. Somewhere half a meter and you could just step over from one roof to another, but somewhere th
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 97
From fatigue, he sways from side to side and in order not to fall, he has to grab onto tree branches."Faster, faster, gotta go faster!"I want to fall and at least rest a little, but if I do this, I won’t have time for the break, and then I’m definitely finished.A branch snapped to the left. I froze, pumped mana into my hand, began to form a gravity gap, and at the same time slowly turned around. A few meters away from me, a silhouette resembling a bear froze between the trees. Only a few tentacles protrude from the back, and the eyes glow green in the dark.A bear stricken by chaos.Only this was not enough! I have a lot of problems without it. Even if his name is written in white, it will still take time to kill.In the hope that he did not notice me, I wanted to move on, but the bear, having guessed my intentions, roared and, standing on all fours, darted in my direction. I cast a spell towards. The bear braked sharply and jumped to the side. The ball flew past. The bear, meanwhi
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 98
The Price of the Virtual World***Four objects are saturated with power,Great mysteries, hidden from the eye.Crossbow that pierces the fabric of the universe,The cloak forbids the wearer knowledge,The belt will unlock the gift of levitationNimbus will plunge into the ocean of information.But if those things don't like your spirit,Get ready to go into the depths of darkness.***A chapter in which Yura's game day ended earlier than usual.***"Zadrot" - in MMO terminology, a player who devotes all his free time to the virtual world.***Yurig was a nerd. He played for a slender, muscular, handsome "Death Shooter", it is worth noting, level 100 and this is not khukhr - muhr. And his name, of course, was not Yurig, but quite normally - Yura. Yurig was called a game charm, a character in our opinion. But Yura, our hero was there, in real life, which is the school, going to the store past the annoying grandmothers and communicating with all sorts of people who are not in the subjec
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 99
On the move of the mother of noobs and merchants, from whom it was always impossible to push through in the capital of the mainland, Yurig made his way to the NPC responsible for teleportation. Realistic physics - it's certainly cool, but annoying in places. Hurrying to the right place, he remembered the description of the boss and whether it was worth picking up some quest related to this boss."Feathered" bore the proud name "Bird of Primordial Fire - Sin-Anger" and from it there was a chance to "knock out" a bow that was very unchildish in terms of characteristics. And not even an adult, but the most bow that shakes Mount Fuji! Of course, in practice it was much easier to count the sleepers of the Trans-Siberian Railway than to drop this weapon from the mentioned monster, but these are already particulars. The main thing is that the "carrot" loomed somewhere ahead, warming with an alluring "what if". And there were enough other, more likely trophies from this boss.Using teleports,
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 100
"Fly-ha-ha!" - Yurig roared in his soul, imagining what a bummer awaits the overslept tops.“They will debuff, healers get ready! Let's finish off the boss, raise the nishtyaki and only then PVP, ”the summoner scribbled things that are obvious in principle in the group chat.The advantage in the selection of trophies was given to the group of players that dealt the most damage to the boss, so there is clearly nothing for the guests to catch. No, they, of course, can attack or even merge into the PC, but damn it, the game is not worth the candle - it's checked. The moment is lost: Feathered's health flashes alarmingly at the end of the XP bar.And here the unexpected happened. The ground shook, the textures in front of his eyes turned red, disturbing sounds filled his headphones. All of the above unambiguously hinted at the beginning of a local, seasonal apocalypse. Immediately, the knife of the "Angels" jumped behind the healer's back and made a hole in it for all the health that he h
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 101
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
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 102
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