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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
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