Fun Online

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Skill Acquired!

Skill Acquired!

Now it remains only to check what it is, while I go to the forest to still complete the task.

Mushroom Picker (Passive, Normal, Industrial, Level 1):

A skill that has not become a trade or profession. But by collecting three more other species, you can master the *collector*.

Now you know everything about mushrooms from F-rarity to C-rarity.

Suicide (Passive, Normal, Level 1):

You are an idiot that does not appreciate life. But you will always find a way to die, even in a *no way* situation.

Well, I can definitely say that I could get the latter when communicating with a coach from the Bear region.

The forest was large and mixed.

At the same time, I was so lucky that I did not meet monsters.

But also something that could be used in the form of clothes, too.

Yes, and I'm already used to the fact that I'm wandering around in Adam's suit. The oldest clothes, according to the laws of fashion, should be in trend from time to time.

It's good that I'm not doing nudism under my own guise. Otherwise, I would have quit the game a long time ago.

An avatar is basically a piece of clothing.

However, something told me that it was better to cover up the place that the censorship was hiding.

- Oh, burdocks! - I was delighted with the find, but how to make a skirt? I did not knit wreaths as a child.

I left the game and went to sites where there were ideas on how to make clothes out of burdock.

So very soon I found myself in front of trainer Freud in a burdock skirt. At the same time, he turned a couple of branches into barbaric clubs.

- So, young woodpecker, you brought a good weapon, but its damage is only from 2 to 4. So, it will be difficult for you. The scarecrow has a thousand health, and you need to defeat a hundred of them. Do you want to talk about it? Well, good luck, - said the NPS, looking at the slightly processed sticks.

Congratulations! You completed the task: training (Dyatlov region).

Reward: experience (10), coins (10 copper)

New mission received!

*Training (stage 2/3): crush ten dummies*

I don't understand, why didn't I get the level? I rolled back to the first one?

Dyatlov Bear (level: 1)

Experience: 10/1000

Money: 10 copper

HP (health points): 10/10

MP (mana points): 10/10

SHU (mustache scale): 100%

Class: Omnivore.

Titles:

first pissing (luck +10)

first witness (charisma x2)

Supreme diplomat (charisma x2)

two-believer (faith x2)

first tourist (speed x2)

Current Adventures:

Training (stage 2/3) Campaign for equipment The path to revenge for Mart

Inventory: barbarian stick, barbarian stick.

Clothing: beautiful burdock skirt.

- What the fuck? I sighed at what I saw.

"Did something bother you, young man?" Do you want to talk about it?

“I’m sorry, coach, but for some reason I didn’t level up, and it turned out that I needed a lot more experience points for this.

So did you get a class? It means that you have higher requirements. Do you want to talk about it?

- Yes. Where can I get so much experience?

– Like everyone else: experience comes with moments of life. Hunting, adventure, even crafting can help you with this. Do you want to talk about it?

“No, I guess I’ll get down to business,” I answered and wandered with sticks towards a whole palisade of wooden dolls.

Fun online ... no, that's it, it's time to quit. It's just over the edge. People there take levels above fifty, and here I have to ruin a lot of time for the second, taking into account the fall of the mustache scale ... ugh, mustache. Yes, damn, fatigue!

Well, she's also a bad influence on me.

Congratulations, you beat the *wooden dummy*!

Remaining: 9.

But it exhausted me almost to zero. Wherever I hit, the stick consistently dealt 1 damage, occasionally creating a crit of 2 or 3.

As I understand it, scarecrows, like monsters, have weaknesses.

Here the mannequin is good against blunt blows, but it would be weak against piercing and cutting ones.

“Young man, if you are tired, then there is a lake nearby, where your fatigue will go away faster,” a passing guard said.

“Thank you,” I replied, and set off in the indicated direction as soon as I could walk.

I also saw this body of water before on the way here, but I completely forgot about what I had read before. Sleep, swimming, and potions are the main stamina regenerators in the game.

To my surprise, my avatar was unable to swim.

Unusually heavy body water simply did not hold.

Anyway. While I was just in the water, after a few minutes, the SHU crawled away to the 100% mark.

When I was leaving, I saw a reflection of myself.

And should have seen the reflection of the avatar.

My face was emblazoned on a body that I actually would have had to spend a year or more in the gym before.

“Damn it, the Bear God said something about the fact that now he can’t be replaced ...

I kicked the second dummy and left the game.

Everything tells me that it's time to quit the game. This is where I fail...

He cut with his mug naked.

Damn, I didn’t know that I was not only reset to zero, but also a face from reality was somehow attached here.

***

In the end, I decided to quit until the weekend in order to play Zabava.

New subjects turned out to be even more difficult than what was in the third year.

The faculty where I study trains Trudoviks, teachers of robotics, economics, entrepreneurship, technology, and, it seems, also the MHC. But according to reviews there, in general, graduates teach everything at school.

I plan to get another one after the first tower, or go through the connections.

Since I can’t be a gamer, I need to think about what game to try to get into on the weekends, and then try to sell Anapa on the secondary market.

Workshop on cooking and sewing, the theory of mechanical engineering, a seminar on developmental psychology, then the mysterious OCCD, demolished from last semester to this one due to some problem with the teacher.

I flipped through manuals and textbooks ... at a session of brains kranty.

In principle, I understood this back on September 1 at a lecture on automatic control systems, I don’t remember the name of the subject, but it’s darkness.

Of the pluses, only that there are a lot of beautiful girls on the stream. But with my talent for communication, I'm just a strange unsociable character for them, for sure.

Although during the session my “analogue spurs” and I myself were talking within the groups of classmates, but this did not add to my sociability.

If it is easy and familiar to communicate with the boys, what is hidden behind the beautiful faces of the opposite sex is unknown to me.

Yes, I am a loser on all fronts, even my sister has moved into the category of those with whom it is difficult to find a common language.

And there is also Aunt Lida, my mother's younger sister, who should now visit us, and she is just a little older than me. So talk to her with a stone statue, and not with a sociable student.

It's good that I perceive teachers only as "people", sexless creatures, with a mania to hammer into a group with wooden heads something superfluous and alien to them.

What women, what men.

But that's what I thought right up to the OTCD. The riddle turned out to be simple: "the basics of creative design activity."

But their candidate of science taught, the article about which was in the advertisement of the university.

A girl who graduated from the university at fifteen in the faculty of psychology, then some other, then graduate school and a candidate at twenty.

And the result: teaches the Trudoviks unknown nonsense. Poor fellow.

Only now, our peer turned out to be far from a frightened gray mouse, as in that article with a black and white photograph, but a slightly gloomy laugher with completely white hair. Hairpins with the Seven Wonders of the World hung at the ends of thin but long braids.

I left after the lecture and went to the auditorium, where the practical work on robotics was supposed to take place.

To my surprise, it was the teacher who was discussed:

Grey, did you see? Demyan asked a friend. Outlining two hills on his chest with gestures.

“Everyone seems to have seen it. Yanka, now you are not the most busty, - Sergei Korostylev laughed, referring to the girl who was standing nearby. “Look, no matter how this mini-teacher takes Apollo away from you.”

“I’m not greedy for short men, Yana is perfect,” answered Apollinary Kuznetsov, probably the most athletic student of the entire faculty, who recently filed an application with Yana Kukish to the registry office, which they happily informed everyone on September 1, when I had already fled from here. - This is more for such gloomy lovers of kids like Misha. Remember, in the first year, shkololo always came for him?

So, it seems to be about me.

- Apollo, scratch your tongue less, otherwise you will eat droppers later. Nika is a sister, I already said. Do you remember my answer to the last time you carried a blizzard? - I said, thinking: to beat or not to beat? Last time, the dean's wife scolded us for a long time for a brawl.

“Tch, let’s go, it’s a joke, pedophile, a joke, but you fucked a small whore ...” said the dumb hunk and went off to the squeal of his bride. But I hit him gently on the chin.

It's funny, but no one stopped me or even tried.

- Mikhail, quickly to the dean's office! – sounded from somewhere far away. Of the teachers, only Lozhkarev Mikhail Pavlovich, head of the department of mechanical engineering and robotics, called me that, and not by my last name.

***

I have lived in a boarding school since my father's divorce from my biological mother. And that was about a year and a half or two already.

It was not an orphanage, but something more elite, but also state-owned.

I have no idea what they were preparing us for and for what purpose they were taught, but languages, sciences, chemistry and physics were hammered into us by the sixth grade so that I had enough stock even later, when I escaped from there to live with a renewed family.

I liked freedom so much, as well as the absolute superiority in knowledge sometimes even over teachers, that I stopped studying, calmly surrendering to the knowledge of computer games, communication with peers, entertainment and just idleness.

Yes, even taking care of my sister when my parents dumped somewhere was better than a second in a boarding school. Let me, with a healthy forehead, play dolls with a second grader.

Nika was kind, she worked out the techniques of sambo, taekwondo and some other darkness on the puppets. I helped by playing the enemy doll. That was funny.

The daughter of the world champion and now a hand-to-hand combat instructor in some structure grew up as a spoiled princess, but at the same time she can also be called a small death machine.

But even so. She didn’t even stand next to who the boys became in the place where I painfully dragged out my childhood.

Terrible word. In-ter-nat.

But it was there that one rule ingrained in all of us: there are boundaries that cannot be crossed.

A personal insult can only be ignored within a framework that does not cross the line. Touched by the family, it is necessary to put in place.