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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
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 103
- 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
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 104
“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
FAULT ; ARTIFACT chapter 105
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