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And again continues ... running.“Get the map,” Ehan demanded. “First, we need to decide which portal to return to Arkoland.His remark was worthwhile.Planning ahead, the friends proceeded from the fact that they would return to the palace in Medalia, from where their binding began. But alas, the binding is for that and the binding. The portal that brought them back took them to the outskirts of the city.Tark had no doubt that now they were in the same house in which they left Sir Ruald with his guards in another version of the Medal.The unfolded map immediately clarified everything. Unlike the previous Medal, which refused to show their location on the map, this one immediately shone with blue dots in the northwest of the city.Not a minute passed before everyone groaned in unison. The area, unfortunately, was teeming with mobs, reflected on the map as red dots. Plus, for complete happiness, a couple of brown ones.- Well, how do we break through? – Sionel was upset more than the
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Recoil with a delay.Mark took off his neurohelmet and lay there with his eyes closed for a while. He couldn't believe that everything worked out. Crazy crazy day."Not. It must be the same, - thoughts were spinning in my head. - Wherever they have been. The main thing now is not to be kicked out of the competition, ”he gloomily reminded himself of the possible consequences of their accidental dropping out of the game and put the helmet aside with a sigh.It was time to move on to dinner and recover.That's just the first thing he met, opening the door of his room, this hated face.The impact immediately knocked Mark back into the room and the Marauder pinned him against the wall and growled:“Think about the consequences, you moron, before you do anything. - And pulling Mark well by the shoulders, he forced his head to painfully kiss the back of his head against the wall. - It's for starters. The rest is waiting for you outside this building. Wait, freak.His sixes behind him grinned
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Morning is never good.In the game, Tark woke up far from the first. Fox and Oris were already twittering overhead. The girls lay on the bed. While the guys in a gentlemanly way settled on the floor.“I ordered breakfast,” Lisa sang happily when she saw her brother open his eyes.- When did you have time? he growled, flexing his stiff muscles. To his surprise, the Persian on the floor clearly did not like sleeping.“Yes, you are late,” Fox remarked cheerfully.“Why, you are too cheerful,” the brother muttered gloomily, not seeing a reason for fun.“Yeah,” the little sister easily agreed, cheerfully shaking Tai by his long ears. - In the city of Buki and Tsark from my team. So I'm not alone now.Will you go with them? ' Tark said gloomily. This arrangement did not suit him at all.- Why? The girl shrugged nonchalantly. - We can do it all together.- Cool! – it was already Sionel, who managed to hear the last couple of phrases. “We also have replenishment,” he boasted, rising from the f
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Fish for fishlessness and cancer.“Hmmm,” Sionel said in confusion, looking at this miracle.He had something to compare. They flew with Sir Ruald in his arung just yesterday. It was definitely a flying ship. And this?...And the team was inclined to agree with him.And will it fly? Tark didn't try to hide his sarcasm.“It's more like a flying raft,” Ehan supported his friends.The flimsy construction, made of tied logs and a patched-patched sail, only made it laughable.But in their situation, they absolutely did not want to laugh. Let this be a game. But she has her own laws. And they can’t get to the capital on foot in one day.Do you need beauty or functionality? Buki reasonably noticed, while the magician Zheur pursed his lips in an offended manner.The masculine mistress came to him yesterday and desperately bargained with him. But Zheur firmly stood his ground.And here she is again, and this time with boorish reinforcements.“If they think that they can take it away with force
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A trough with a temper.Half an hour had not passed before Sionel whined:– Oh, those developers with their authenticity! he exclaimed, rubbing his cold hands. - The question is, who had to do such a low temperature at a height ?!The rest only smirked ironically, but nevertheless, they agreed. Alas, frost resistance was not provided for in the game - everyone began to freeze slowly.- Lisa, can we go down lower? - Tark could not stand not so much the cold as the tedious whining of his friend.Her sister frowned in concern.“Sorry, but if I try, I might unintentionally unbalance. Bear in mind that the fact that this trough flies is a great miracle.“Then don’t touch it,” her brother agreed with her arguments.And Sionel was bored. He sat for another five minutes, huddled up, like an unfortunate sparrow, until he was overwhelmed by a brilliant idea how to keep warm.“Tark, this is for me…” he hesitated. “Go where kings go on foot.” Persian watch out.And while no one came to his senses
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Last dinner.The dining room was two-thirds empty and unnaturally quiet. At best, the people were focused on their personal thoughts. At worst - gloomy and thoroughly depressed.There were practically no conversations. Is that sluggish remarks. And Mark understood them perfectly. He also did not want to talk about his misadventures, which were more than enough.Not all friends were sitting at the table this time.- Are there any dropouts? he asked as he started eating.“Victor for sure,” Rinat replied. Ralph is questionable. He hasn't been there yet. Maybe just delayed.But Ralph never showed up.But Rinat and Alex got to the capital. But as it turned out, everything was not easy there.“In short,” Rinat began to explain. “You can’t go to the king that easily. First, everyone who wants to give a gift must prove the purity of their intentions. And for this the player must go through a long corridor.- And what's wrong with that? Nick didn't understand. It didn't sound like it was scary
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Fight in the air.From lunch, Mark returned to the game under a suspiciously intense pitching of an overly capricious trough and a whistle of the wind in a tattered sail.Alas, but the eyes that instantly widened in alarm did not add clarity.All the Persians continued to lie serenely on the deck where the players had thrown them. But the sister's little dog, like a real circus performer, famously balanced on the steering wheel, deftly turning over with his little paws. The critically taut sail signaled that they were rushing through the sky at the highest possible speed.The mysteriousness of the situation began to unnerve more and more. And questions just burst like a fountain.Mark reasonably doubted that the bot could simply disobey his sister's orders like that. Something serious must have happened.And this is something serious he discovered overboard. Spiked elongated muzzles, light brown in color, left no doubt. They were followed by a whole flock of winged beasts.Wyverns fou
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The world welcomes you! said a beautiful, deep female voice.It was the first thing I heard when I woke up, while I was in space, at least that's how I imagined it: the surrounding blackness, which seemed voluminous and endless, distant winking stars, a scattering of luminous gas clouds - this is a bewitching sight but it didn't last long at all. The world around me began to spin, and I ended up in a room. Small, with an area of three meters by two, but bright. Large window, white ceiling and apparently whitewashed, log walls and wooden floor, surprisingly smooth. The furniture included good quality chairs and a table. On one of these chairs sat a man, he was offhand about thirty years old, well-built brunette, direct look, proud profile, you look like from the cover of a magazine.“Good afternoon, Mark Viktorovich,” he began, “you probably don’t feel at ease, let me explain everything. My name is Nikifor Ivanovich Gromov. I am a representative of the Mir company. How are you feeli
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Evening of the same day.Sitting on a computer chair in my own room, I thought about how to dispose of the coins I earned today. My Intelligence and Luck indicators are above average, so I see no point in rushing to increase them. Attractiveness? Now this is much more interesting. Who would refuse to make themselves more attractive in the eyes of the opposite sex? Even followers of the philosophy “a man should be a little more beautiful than a monkey” would hardly miss such a chance. And I won’t miss it either, but I don’t see the point in raising this characteristic right now.My priority is still the task of bringing the physique to average values. Well, I can’t feel like a frail man, whom you can knock over with snot. Therefore, without thinking any more, I invest two out of three coins in the physique indicator.Luck: 35Intelligence: 15Attractiveness: 11Physique: 9 → 11Like last time, a pleasant feeling of strength spread through the body, only this time the physique was incre
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Satisfied with her answer, I roughly pull on the leash, forcing the girl to get up and immediately kiss her on the lips. I was in the same room with a scantily clad beauty for too long, which could not leave me indifferent. Any endurance will leak when the dream of the entire male half of the school is on its knees and with a depraved expression asks to become its owner. Ask any guy what he's willing to do to date Sayuki and he'll tell you anything, even become her obedient dog. I am in exactly the opposite position, because now this girl is my slave and is ready to fulfill any of my wills.Intellectually, I understood that it was simply stupid to think in such a vein, what difference does it make who is popular with whom. But the instincts wired into my body just scream with delight that I have acquired such a valuable prize for personal use.Such reflections, without my desire, inflamed my lust even more. My tongue entered Sayuki's mouth and began to claim territory. And her tongue
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New day, school again. This time, it was incredibly difficult to sit through all the lessons. And it's not about the complexity of the material being taught. Already today Sayuki and I will meet, where she confesses her feelings. The task will be completed, and I will receive another coin, which I will spend on improving my physique.So, this is all, of course, wonderful, but in anticipation of my own strengthening, I did not at all think that I would respond to the feelings of the president. As selfish as I am, I don't want to hurt the girl's feelings. Do I have rights to date a schoolgirl? Somehow it ... No, you need to wean yourself from thinking in past categories. Now I am a schoolboy myself, this body is now mine and my life, which means that it is up to me to decide what to do.After finishing the last lesson, I said goodbye to my friends and told my sister that today she would have to go home without me. And he went to the calligraphy club."Hello, Keiki-kun," Buchou greeted m
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The next morning, dressing in a school uniform, I suddenly discovered a problem: the shirt was a little tight on my shoulders and chest. Certainly not a critical situation, but it is better to refrain from careless movements. Apparently, one of these days I will have to go to a clothing store for a new shirt. After another increase in physique, this one will obviously become small for me. Hmm, but a jacket, trousers and T-shirts will also need to be purchased. In the end, I will not rest until I put my new carcass in order, which means that I will have to change my wardrobe several times. So it is better to immediately purchase several sizes for growth.Looking in the mirror, I did not find any special differences from my former self. It seems to have become a little wider in the shoulders, but not so much that the changes are conspicuous."Brother, are you coming soon?" Mizuha suddenly entered my room.“Ah, yes, I’m sorry,” I said, pulling myself away from the mirror.Is that a new s
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I decided to understand the system, which finally made itself felt, already at home, with a cup of tea in my hands. Therefore, quickly closing the door of the club room, I hurriedly headed home.After changing clothes, I brewed high-quality Japanese Hojicha green tea in a teapot. Mm, really delicious. No wonder Keiki loved him so much. However, because of the same taste buds, I just can't help but like what he liked.While enjoying the fine tea and walking away from the first day at the Japanese school of another world, at the same time I mentally gathered my strength to deal with my personal glitch after all. To myself, I can admit that I deliberately delayed this moment.It is one thing to get into another world, the existence of which is fully allowed by modern science, another thing is a system, the scientific justification of which I find it difficult to give. Of course, one can assume that a chip has been implanted into my brain, with the help of which inscriptions are projected
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After numerous attempts to get through to the system, I went to wash my face without salty slurping. Cold water allowed me to cheer up, and therefore I went to breakfast with a clear head. In the kitchen, Mizuha was already waiting for me, dressed in a pink apron.“Brother, everything is ready. Please, come to the table,” the sister said politely, taking off her apron.“Good,” memories suggest what place in the family is assigned to Keiki, and I sit down on it.I draw attention to the table, on which there were plates with a variety of dishes, most of which I see for the first time. Of the really familiar here, only sushi, which I was fond of in the past.Closest to me is a bowl of... miso soup. There are just no spoons. Oh, yes, in this country only chopsticks are used. I look at the miso soup, then at the chopsticks, then back at the soup. No, in a past life I knew how to wield these cutlery, and even more so with the newly-minted muscle memory. However, the remnants of common sense
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It was extremely difficult to regain consciousness. His head, as if squeezed in a vise, was bursting with dull pain, his eyes were watery, as if someone very kind had poured sand into them. Throat, lungs, muscles - everything hurt. When I was already desperate to get rid of this agony, the pain, as if at the snap of my fingers, disappeared. It immediately became easier to think, I wanted to understand where I am and what is happening, but remembering recent sensations, I decide to wait a couple of minutes in order to make sure that the painful state does not roll over again.My fears were not justified, on the contrary, the body began to feel even better, even the slightest discomfort disappeared. It's like I'm in my own soft and familiar bed. I open my eyes and see a white ceiling. I carefully turn my head and start looking around. A small but bright room, with a desk, a wardrobe and a computer. Well, I'm not in the torture room - that's good. However, I didn't have any questions. Th
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The morning met with a riot of colors and a wonderful mood, yet waking up in a soft bed, when the sun is shining outside the window and the leaves are softly rustling, is great, but after the caves it is indescribable. Since breakfast wasn't ready, I went to the backyard to do some warm-ups. Already after I announced my desire, I saw an unhealthy gleam in my eyes, and when I started warming up, I noticed peeping faces through the curtains, well, let it be, I don’t feel sorry, that’s just the warm-up will be standard, which Sergey taught, training scorpions is not for public. Charging took about thirty minutes and only raised the already good mood, especially the faces of the girls who were furtively looking after me were amused. I will not hide, the attention of beautiful women flattered me, but I did not lose my head, having breakfast in a pleasant company,The road was not close, so it’s better not to linger for a long time, at least for no apparent reason. You never know what force
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The morning came quickly as always, but, surprisingly, I slept well. I had a quick breakfast and sat down to wait for seven in the morning, nevertheless I promised, suddenly the support group was still sleeping. To have something to do, I began to re-study the guide about the undead. Unfortunately, I did not find anything new, but I passed the time. At precisely seven I stood at the entrance to the next cave. As far as I could see, of the opponents there are only dead, but all of the seventh rank and the level of the eightieth, these are not opponents for me, but there are many, really many, you will run around. And I’ll have to run, the only battle option that I’m seriously considering is to run along the corridor in a zigzag, cutting down the heads, otherwise you’ll just get stuck in this crowd, they’ll fill up with corpses both literally and figuratively. Thinking a little more To begin with, I calculated the preliminary trajectory of my movement, to my great joy, this
