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Fortress of Hope 54
In the morning, out of habit, I got up early and, since I could no longer fall asleep, began to calculate my build. Now, without nested characteristics, I corresponded to the two hundred and first level, albeit with an extremely moronic buildup for the rogue, but the two hundred and first level! When I distribute the stats, I will be almost twice as strong as my opponents with the same level! It is worth considering how to benefit from this. What does the level affect? The level of mobs in dungeons¹ and the level of opponents in the arena, which means that it is worth sorting out the distribution of characteristics and staying at this level, so I will have the greatest advantage. For starters, it's worth trying out your new powers on mobs, but I think this can be done on the way to the tournament. Or a dungeon, whatever comes to hand, after all, tournaments are not held every day, at least those that I really would like to get into. To begin with, I go to the
Fortress of Hope 55
I woke up the next morning, nothing reminded me of the moments of pain experienced. Hastily washed off, flew into the common room for breakfast and was dumbfounded.Even when I'm walking quite calmly - I'm faster than those who are clearly walking fast, it's hard to understand how this happens, but in short, it feels like the world is in slow motion. Apparently, my sharp increase in dexterity had an effect. Wishing not to stand out, he slowed down his pace to a snail's speed and, sitting down at the nearest table, called the waiter, simultaneously trying to get used to the feeling of the world around him.Meditation helped to gradually reduce the speed of my perception, but as soon as I was distracted, any movement came out extremely fast. Slowly finished eating, went outside, called for a camel and seemed to jump up as usual, but it didn’t happen, I jumped over it and even hit the top of my head on the canopy, it was more insulting than painful, but still unpleasant, only pleased wit
Fortress of Hope 56
In the morning, Violetta got up earlier and immediately began to take care of the housework, warming up dinner. I could watch all her manipulations through narrowed eyes, fortunately, the hood was on me and covered my eyes. However, it was not interesting to lie like that for a long time, and I slowly began to rise. Noticing that I was getting up, the girl was a little embarrassed, but quickly pulled herself together.- And I warmed up breakfast here, will you? I have not yet refused the offered breakfasts, and given the fact that her breakfast is my yesterday's dinner, then I definitely have nothing to be ashamed of.- Of course I will! It smelled really delicious, she added some spices, and the meat was great, already at breakfast we finally started talking.Thanks again, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in trouble.- Come on, I don’t like any such scum, what did they want from you? - Dungeon. New, just born dungeon. I am in a clan, where the girls and I
Fortress of Hope 57
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
Fortress of Hope 58
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
Fortress of Hope 59
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
Fortress of Hope 60
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
Fortress of Hope 61
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