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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
OUT OF RANK 1.6
CrusherI ran in the dark through the night forest, drenched in cold sweat. Complete regeneration was supposed to take seventeen minutes, and until that time I can't catch the eye of the "dementors". Otherwise, everything is in vain – split, identified as a "threat" and smashed. What a joy!The potential threat to L is not some pathetic Z-Class necromancy with potential Y. For the elimination of such a unit, Edu and company will be showered with as many buns as they could only dream of. And they will catch up with me easily, under such and such a buff of the priestess at the speed of movement. Hopefully something has delayed them.The trunks of dead trees flew by, and their dry branches peeled off the skin. Finally, I ran to a familiar red cockroach gully and lay there. Fortunately for me, not a single mob saged on the way, and my health gradually regenerated: 72% ... 81%... 97%...My heart, which was threatening to escape from my chest, calmed down. I even ventured out and immediatel
OUT OF RANK 1.7
.Generating the agro, the warrior stuck the sword into the ground, and from this place a vibration passed, which took the glasses of life even from me. All the mobs pounced on him. Yew clenched her lips and focused only on the tank as a healing green discharge stretched from her outstretched arm to Hang.- Focus on Fire! Ed commanded.This is the first time I've seen it. Calm, confident, knowing what he is doing and what needs to be done next. He stuck a fiery bolt into the wool of one of the summoned wolves, and it caught fire. The infect with the Bomb Truck switched to it and took it out in a few seconds.- Next! Ed announced, throwing a fireball.In this manner, they cleaned up all the addas and switched again to the leader of the pack. His life points crept down confidently.At this point, I was spotted by Tissa swallowing a potion of mana. Dropping the empty vial, she shouted:- Alex! Idiot! Run from here to fig! Run...And I ran. We all ran because the Crusher howled terribly.
OUT OF RANK 1.8
Validity: 10 seconds.Range: 10 meters.Glory to the hero!Would you like to make your name public? This will give +100 points to the reputation with the city of Tristad and +5 points to fame.No! As much as I would like an easy reputation with the city, but unnecessary attention? In fig, in fig. I gave up the honorary privilege.Global notification throughout the sandbox!A player who wished to remain anonymous committed the first murder of the local boss of the Crusher in Mrakolesya! Residents and guests of Tristad! Greet the player who wished to remain anonymous! Glory to the hero! Glory to the player who wished to remain anonymous!Not a second later, I was showered with offers of "friendship" from Krawler, Bomb Truck and Infect. From Tisza there were messages:- What the?- How?- Tell me it's not you!- Though no, you're better off!- We'll be soon!I accepted friendships with guys, and to the girl's contradictory messages were added straightforward ones from them:- What happen
OUT OF RANK 1.9
Gunkers and "dementors"Myriad stars lit up the wasteland behind the city wall. The illegal traders left, and I didn't notice anyone who could come to the rescue.If the Cliff thought that my agreement to give up a rare Belt of distorted scales automatically meant that I would die at his hands without resistance, then he was mistaken. Moreover, now the point of giving him anything at all has completely disappeared.I didn't want to do it in a good way, we'll do it badly. All these thoughts swept through in an instant as I reached for the activation of the Terrible Howl. At the same time, I shifted toward Vista, dodging the air-dissecting sword of the Cliff. A wolf howl announced the surroundings from the city walls to the edge of the forest, but it was, to put it mildly, uninspiring.The cliff flinched, Rashidos' jaw dropped perplexedly, and only Vista's skill worked as it should. The girl squealed and in a panic rushed from her seat, opening the way for me. I gave a dera...... but d