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OUT OF RANK 1.8
- The Abyss!He slammed his brass glove against the wall and wrinkled his forehead, thinking he would squeeze me out of me."Dragging myself to the judge, Gail?" One of the guards asked disgruntledly. - Maybe, well, his...- Into the Abyss! Gail said the verdict. "Come on, guys. And you, Scythian, stay away from Tristad. You're not officially welcome here!Your reputation with the city of Tristad is downgraded: −5.Current reputation: distrust.The guards left, instantly forgetting about me. In their minds, they were already drinking with friends and playing cards at the tavern table.I looked at the reputation progress bar with the city: not hostility yet, but it's near. I can't bring it to this in any case, otherwise I will not get into the city.Okay, that's okay. Due to social quests, you can restore and increase the level of turnips at least to friendliness. This will increase trading discounts, I will be given more interesting tasks, and in general will make life in Tristad more
OUT OF RANK 1.9
- Cliff? Tissa laughed. - Did that loser stand up for some skirt?- Exactly.- Don't take it in mind, he's a jerk, of which there are few. That's why without a clan it goes, that it is thrown out of everywhere. He's so...- And the abyss is with him! I interrupted. It dawned on me. "Listen, it's great that I met you, maybe you can help?" I have a quest in the temple. Something out there in...- Yours? Quest? Her eyes rounded in amazement, but Tissa was even more surprised when she saw Eve. - And this princess has forgotten here?"Not 'this princess,' but Eve," I corrected, hoping that the lagging friend wouldn't hear.- Ah, I don't care. What did you want to ask?- First Counsellor Whitaker said something was going on in the basement of the temple. I need to check what's out there.- Pf-f... I'll tell you so. There's an undead! Well, you know, the skeletons, the zombies and the boss there are petty but extremely unpleasant faces. I recently went through this assignment with my friends
OUT OF RANK chapter 2 : 1
But the skeleton did not smear at all. His superiority in levels made every shot accurate and his damage increased. Eve screamed terribly and dropped dead.At the same moment, the timer counting down the time until my rebirth clicked the last second, and the dialog box disappeared. I came alive. What the?! I didn't come alive in the cemetery! I ended up in the same place, in the instance!The undead, already about to return to the patrol zone, sensing a new enemy, immediately turned around. What's wrong?A raised skeleton warrior has done you damage: 6.Life points: 0 / 23.You're dead.I'm a corpse again. The resurrection timer has started a new countdown. I pressed the button...And again he was in the same room - the same place where he died. The skeleton that had already moved away, staring at me in a little surprise, did not attack immediately, but still made an uncertain step.I shifted my gaze to the life indicator: 1/23. What the?"Where are you?" wrote Eva in a group chat. Wh
OUT OF RANK 1.2
- Damn Patrick! That your pipes burn forever! So that you drink and not get drunk! That ale and wine for you always taste like urine!I continued to scream, hoping that my curses would also take shape and gain the power of the universe, but I knew that this game was over for me. It was hoped that the Rebel Soul could somehow be removed. Otherwise... No matter how many levels I gain after the tenth, a group of gankers will knock out of me all the experience points, money, shoes, almost without spending effort.- Patrick! Fucking drunkard!Ripping my throat and coughing, I kicked the wall, taking damage, and I could only hope that this drunk was at least hiccuping now.Skeletons and zombiesIn the hallway where I met the first skeleton, there was a door in the wall. It was locked, and no matter how hard I was, I couldn't open it. I even thought it was just a decoration like those torches that can't be removed, part of the design of the world.I had to score, but I couldn't help thinking
OUT OF RANK 1.3
Smirking, I took the baton comfortably and activated The Ram. I still smeared a lot, but still did a little more damage. Because of the shortage of mana, I had to alternate battering ram with regular strokes. But the realization that each successful attack gives me some experience points in the progress of the skill, led me into excitement ...The entire pack of six zombies took me no more than half an hour. Losing my caution, I leaned over to pick up the loot lying by the open door. At that moment, they grabbed me by the hair and said affectionately:- Oh my gosh? AhhI tried to break free, but they held me tight. Squinting my eyes, I belatedly saw a half-stuck zombyak here. He happily rocked and repeated:- Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!Why did I "get caught" in his speech?- Got caught?Zombie nodded enthusiastically:- Oh my gosh!You could have picked up the friendliness in his voice if the zombie hadn't bitten into my shoulder.Brainless Zombie Has Done You Damage: 8.Life points: 15
OUT OF RANK 1.4
Filthy Nausea, Level 7 UndeadThe three-meter swollen body of the mob seemed to be sewn from the parts of different people: three legs, with one sticking out of the abdomen, four arms, eyes on the shoulders and a huge toothy lipless mouth. Seeing me, the monster sobbed, stretched out all the arms and the leg that was sticking out of my stomach towards me, and suddenly rushed briskly towards me. I asked the jerk, hoping that the monster would get stuck in the doorway, but he somehow gathered himself and climbed through.I had to run as hard as I could, feeling his stench of breath and sobbing behind me, only later did I realize that these sounds were made by the pus-oozing wounds on his body. When I reached the treasured wine cellar, I closed the door and barely had time to lock it. Nausea began to break and almost knocked out the barrier as I, slightly panicking, rearranged the shifted barrels.Then, following the plan tried more than once, he unlocked the lock and immediately got an
OUT OF RANK 1.5
A few seconds to die, just as many more to rebirth. At least four deaths per minute. More than a hundred in the first half hour of the fight with the Cursed Face.I saw such a frenzy only in the movies: when the hero is exhausted, his efforts do not bring any results, further perseverance looks not just meaningless, but also stupid, and he continues to fight. Tired, without faith, spirit or energy, but he continues.I felt pretty much the same now. Like a rat with an electrode connected to the brain pleasure center, repeatedly pressed the resurrection button and rushed headlong to the boss in the hope of a miracle. Sometimes I was able to hook him with my fist, but more often I didn't.He, too, was exhausted, but rather morally. Seriously, he even stopped whispering ominously "You're a pathetic weak mortal!" when I appeared.After fifty murders, he changed tactics and began to alternate the deadly tangles of grave worms with the corrosive plague covering half of the hall with bubbling
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