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OUT OF RANK 1.6
After taking a shower and getting ready for school, I went to breakfast, accompanied by Aita's cathops to the dining room table. There, his father half-heartedly quarreled with his mother, and Eita lay down next to him, occasionally wagging his tail. The house cleaner hurriedly wiped the red stain on the couch. Mom seemed to be drinking wine at night.The morning turned out not to be the same as usual, without the usual revival, father's teasing at mom and her jokes in response. My parents, immersed in their own problems, didn't even notice that I wasn't sleeping. The cold and dampness of the unheated apartment made us all cringe.After finishing off a portion of cereal flakes drenched in milk, I hurriedly dumped it out of the house. Eva O'Sullivan was waiting for me in the courtyard – in an ironed, as always, uniform, a snow-white blouse and a long gray cloak. In her hand, she held a compact air umbrella that protects against rain. I was in such a hurry that I forgot mine at home, so
OUT OF RANK 1.7
"He flew away," Trixie said.- How is he? Clayton asked.- Good kid, Clay. I didn't suck it up! Flew!Clayton nodded. Trixie's grandfather had already called and informed him that the guy was running the flyer himself. For him, it spoke volumes. From a window on the thirty-sixth floor, he could see a flyer flying by. Apparently it was Scythian.A sad smile slid across his wrinkled face. With the only obedient hand, he brought a doughnut to his nose and pulled in the long-forgotten smell of baking - the aroma of childhood. His Russian grandmother called them "pyshki" and, when her grandson visited her, cooked them so much that for the next few days Clayton himself was like a donut.Fried in oil puffs... Clayton grinned and took a bite out of a small piece, savoring the taste. The last time he ate something like this was many years ago, when he was a successful spacecraft pilot. More than five thousand days in space! If not for that accident! Lifeboat failure upon re-entry, hard landing
OUT OF RANK 1.8
Threats and rewardsThe sun almost set over the horizon when I walked home, tired and exhausted by the difficult flight due to the busy air routes. I had to hang in traffic.My mother immediately swooped down on me."Alex, where have you been?" She asked sneakily.The question seemed strange to me, given that she can always track my location and even more – all the places where I have been and at what time.Eity poked his wet nose into my hand and licked my palm. I stroked the cathops wagging its tail and, without looking up, replied:- I flew to a friend, mom.— What kind of acquaintances can you have in Kali Day?- A friend from Dis. It's gone.- What does "no" mean?"He's dead.- What?!I calmly walked into the bathroom, monosyllabically answering my mother's questions. Judging by her flushed face and slightly hoarse voice, she and Dad had just finished a terrible altercation. The father was not visible, apparently he ran to the bar for a drink and at the same time wait out his mot
OUT OF RANK 1.8
Threats and rewardsThe sun almost set over the horizon when I walked home, tired and exhausted by the difficult flight due to the busy air routes. I had to hang in traffic.My mother immediately swooped down on me."Alex, where have you been?" She asked sneakily.The question seemed strange to me, given that she can always track my location and even more – all the places where I have been and at what time.Eity poked his wet nose into my hand and licked my palm. I stroked the cathops wagging its tail and, without looking up, replied:- I flew to a friend, mom.— What kind of acquaintances can you have in Kali Day?- A friend from Dis. It's gone.- What does "no" mean?"He's dead.- What?!I calmly walked into the bathroom, monosyllabically answering my mother's questions. Judging by her flushed face and slightly hoarse voice, she and Dad had just finished a terrible altercation. The father was not visible, apparently he ran to the bar for a drink and at the same time wait out his mot
OUT OF RANK 1.9
Z-Class threat stigma with potential to L-Class- How are you, Scythian? A deep velvet voice rang out. "What are you looking for there?"Exuberant flaskI flinched, and Overweight, and it was her, burst out laughing. For a couple of heartbeats, I opened the inventory and took the amulet removed from Dargo.- Oh, Rita! And I was just going to you! Look what I found... — I reached out and showed loot. - Do you think you should keep it?- Well... - She was interested. - Greens? Well... Not bad. Five to the stamina at level 5 will never be superfluous. For two and a half golds with hands will be torn off, and if you are not in a hurry, then you can push in three or four.- I thought so. Nodding satisfactorily, I hid the loot in my bag. - I'll save it.- Right. Just throw the good in the chest first, or they can gackle - you will lose. She looked at me. "Did you dress up?" A good farm?- Yep. Thanks for the baton, very helpful!- Yes, honestly, not for anything. I wanted to throw it away a
OUT OF RANK 2.0
You've Done Critical Damage to the Zombie Rat: 2!Life points: 55 /60.My rusty sword with a dull sound cut the rat in half and entered the oiled wooden floor. "I'm doing," echoed someone's whisper in my head.The zombie rat is dead.I don't understand — what? I looked in amazement at the dead mob, who, judging by the logs, still had enough life to disperse the entire kitchen fraternity, and I was just gnawed to death. And they didn't give me any experience.But the attitude of the chef towards me has changed:Your reputation with the chef of the tavern "Exuberant Flask" Arnaud is increased: +250.Current reputation: friendliness.On the machine, I sat down, picked up the loot - all the same insides, threw them into the inventory. My shoulder was touched by the cook's soft hand and I turned my head. Only now it dawned on me that there was complete silence around, even the wood burning in the stove did not crack."How are you, little one?" Arnault asked.- Okay.I stood up, clutching m
OUT OF RANK chapter 3 : 1
Non-military craftRemove the meat from the heat and serve, wrapped in a juicy lettuce sheet. That's it, Scythian! Do you want to try cooking something? Arnault asked shaking his apron. - Okay. Still, the hearth is occupied. Don't forget to get a fire, a pot and firewood.We have just finished training in the basics of Cooking. It took about ten minutes. While an infected chef was talking about cooking methods, system messages popped up in front of me:The craft of cooking is open!You have acquired the ability to cook. Eating food cooked by a cook can temporarily have different effects. These effects can increase the characteristics, and some can give a number of unusual abilities. For cooking, as a rule, you must first light a fire.Current degree: Student (0/100).The chance of successfully cooking a dish according to a well-known recipe: 100%.Chance of successfully cooking a new culinary dish: 1%.Added culinary recipes: bread with spices, fried rabbit meat, boiled chicken egg, o
OUT OF RANK 1.2
.I changed into canvas pants and a shirt and went to the merchant's shop. Not a gunsmith, not a bronnik, but an ordinary merchant of all sorts. This part of the plan shouldn't take long, and when I get back in town, Nergal knows it.There was a queue to the merchant. Friday evening: many stocked up on ingredients, food and other small things to leave the city for a long time. No one here has their own mounts, and for their own two weeks there will not be enough to bypass the sandbox. Even if you do not fight with mobs, which are more and the more ferocious they are, the farther from the city.While I was waiting, I decided on my purchases. Firstly, a pot, wood and fire - thank all the gods that this is only a convention, and in fact, if the inventory has the above, then making a fire is like activating an abilka. Secondly, the ingredients: spicy herbs, spices, flour and spring water. I would take another fishing rod, because fishing with Cooking is a good bunch for pumping, but there