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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
OUT OF RANK 1.3
I spun an unappetizing toasted lump in my hand, after which it flew into the inventory.The idea of a better idea than selling it at auction did not occur to me. Seriously, it's useless to me because I die more often than a sparrow's heart pounds. Except to postpone the baked trebucha until better times and use it to pump the skill. Though... Abyss, stupid! It was a sleepless night, nothing else. I was still yawning, at the risk of clotting my jaw, but I decided to endure.I need to decide on the best route - not the longest, but one so as not to run into tristad patrols. I really wouldn't want to see a weird level 2 noob being talked about.The map showed that my path lies first through the forest to the east, and then through the Tremitel River in Mrakolesye. And this path will be full of pain and death. My deaths...The first problems began already a hundred meters from the glade where I cooked food. And even this distance was not easy: a night forest; tall trees, through the crown
OUT OF RANK 1.4
The Curse of the UndeadI slept through school. The smart alarm clock assessed the extent of my lack of sleep and did not brutalize. The hard wake mode on it was turned off.Judging by the notes that I looked through, opening my eyes, my father returned home in the morning, and he was not on his feet, his clothes were in the mud, and it seems that he crawled from the flyer to the apartment. Mom didn't sleep all night, although when she herself disappeared for the night, Dad's experiences were before the light bulb.In general, they completely forgot about me, deciding that my son somehow flew unnoticed to school, but I was dead at this time. Killed once so five hundred.I woke up in the afternoon feeling completely overwhelmed. Eita was trampling on my chest, making a measured, contented rumbling. He is able to feel the mood and transforms into a cat, then into a dog. True, somehow he failed - the firmware update was incorrectly installed - and, remaining a cat, he ran around the hous
OUT OF RANK 1.5
By evening, almost half of the mobs in this part of the forest were trying to get me. There were huge spiders, and black rats, and fetid corpses, and other deaths, and even one rare cursed bear with ribs out. All this brotherhood, actively interfering with each other, piled on me: biting, gnawing, scratching, trying to tear apart, plunging into an acid fog, enveloping me in cobwebs and spitting poison. And if immediately after the activation of the curse of the undead, the pain ceased to be felt, then with an increase in damage, it began to increase. There was no time to think about the reasons, but later I decided that this was some hidden negative effect of the skill.That's just the fatigue was accumulating. A couple of times I just sat on the ground, littered with a bunch of monsters, and rested. I waited for the cheerfulness indicator to recover, and then I got up and continued to methodically mow down their rows. Unarmed combat increased to level 30, improving the accuracy of st