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— A commendable aspiration, Shaman! You are looking for it in the wrong place, at least, but ask and do not delay - you will receive an answer to one question."Any one?" almost escaped my tongue. I think we've been through this before...“How can I defeat Geranika, Great Ones?” - I asked exactly the question that now most of all worried my consciousness, which had flown away from the floating body, I don’t understand where.“It is not strength that breaks strength, but Light conquers Darkness,” was my answer. Finally I understood everything!Thanks, Great Ones! - I said.— Come again, Shaman! - and I'm back in the water, staring into the darkness in an attempt to see what it doesn't know.Well, to hell with him! The main thing is that I don’t get carried into Tartarus, otherwise there will be a barbecue ... from me! I made sure that my position was quite stable, and I would not suddenly roll over face down, and fell asleep again.I woke up because my legs rested on something, and I b
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The same sandy beach as the one on which I found the boat, only much wider. At least, I could not see the opposite walls - neither the one that, in theory, should approach the water from the far side of the beach, nor the one that was on the opposite side from the water. A fire burned thirty meters from me. That is, of course, it didn’t burn - it was a specialized artifact “Pioneer Dawn”, produced by the clan “Grandchildren of Ilyich”, which took up very little space in the bag, and when taken out, it looked like a two-meter-high stack of firewood. It required a very low mana charge to activate and could burn for four hours non-stop, granting light, heat, and heat-related buffs. In general, an artifact of the legendary level and the corresponding price. Its production required a special skill, pumped up to level 300, the skill itself could only be obtained by a druid player only as a result of a very intricate quest that the player completed for a year and a half, and all this time th
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I thought for a while about whether I should return for one of the underground wanderers, but then I decided that the remaining ten minutes to rescue one of them would not be enough for me, and I could take a break from the dungeons. I still need to get out. Fortunately, this task was not so difficult - I finally had a chat and mail, and after some half an hour I was dragged upstairs by a joyful Plinto.- Wow! - he said. - Shilopopaya, of course, said that you fell through the ground, but I didn’t fully believe it. Listen, what's down there? he asked with curiosity in his voice.“Reroll,” I replied.Plinto immediately turned pale, and his enthusiasm for asking questions diminished. Someone flew into my back from behind, almost sending me back into the ill-fated hole again. Small palms, covered with cadaverous spots and platinum-diamond ligature, firmly clung to the torso, preventing her from moving. I sighed."Flute," I called.- I am so glad to see you! - she said.“But I can’t answe
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“You are in a good mood today, Mahan. Pleasant evening? she teased.“As if you weren’t peeking!” I had to close my eyes as Moonface turned the floor I was staring at into a mirror, and I almost got caught seeing a bit more under her skirt than I should have...- I have nothing to do - spy on how you have fun with three girls - she laughed. - The goddess does not peep, she contemplates, and nothing can hide from her gaze.— Pf-f-f! I said indignantly.“Well, not all the time,” she corrected herself. — Only in the most interesting moments.- Why? I asked dumbfounded.“I must make sure that my Hero does not shame himself in battle, even if the battlefield is covered not with grass, but with sheets and pillows!” she laughed again.Yes, she's having fun!— Not much, Shaman! she agreed, and her voice suddenly became serious: “And where is the one who swore an oath to you?” Why can't I see her with you? Don't lie to me, Mahan! she warned my attempt to back off, and the menacing voice made my
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My email address is shaman.mahan@barliona.corpIf you want to get out, let me know. I warn you in advance - the rescue service is not free. If you have nothing to lose, except for twenty levels and a holey shirt, feel free to delete the character.Sincerely,Shaman MahanPS The torch burns so brightly as long as it is mine. You should be greedy and touch it - and it will become an ordinary torchStill the sameShaman Mahan"Komrad Che squinted at the impromptu poster, but said nothing. Reptil came up, who had already collected his belongings in a bag.- Mahan, mind you, I'm the first!- Why is this? Komrad Che was indignant.— But because! Reptil grinned.“I suggest you settle this dispute with the old-fashioned method,” I intervened.— What is it? Komrad Che was surprised.What are you thinking, Mahan? Reptil grinned.I pointed to the rock- Here!- What - here? - he asked.“Here is the wall,” I replied. - As in a pioneer camp, who is higher ... You don’t have to fight ...The compet
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There was no specific time assigned to me, and I arrived at the Shaman Council already well after noon. The morning raid, which was originally a gamble, fell apart, and I did not find anything better than to go to the appointed ceremony. When I appeared on the already familiar site, at first I did not recognize this once solemn place. Now it looked more like a massacre after a corporate celebration in a very narrow circle. Suddenly, the image before my eyes blurred, turning into a set of blurry spots.Attention, you are in the 18+ zoneSome members of your team are not included in this category. We suggest that you immediately remove them from the location, or you will be penalized by the Administration. You have 60 seconds.59…58…57…I looked back at Flute. She turned bluish-yellow in annoyance and nearly bit her lip off."Flute," I called."Yes, I'm coming," she answered grimly. - They threaten me with a reroll here.Here's the smart one! When she disappeared in the flash of the p
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The accumulation of Spirits made the air so dense that it seemed impossible to breathe. The spirits picked up Shilopopa and me and practically carried us towards the opened gorge. I felt that I was in some kind of fog, and the eyes of my companion, on the contrary, burned with excitement.- Really, great? she asked me. “Moments like this are what I play for.I smiled at her."Where to now, Guide?"Before that, we walked as if in a cloud, and could only see each other and the path two meters in front of us. Now the space in front of us has cleared, as if we had entered a clearing covered with a perfectly even - blade of grass to blade of grass - carpet of greenery. In the middle of the clearing stood a fairly large hut, at one glance at which the word “wigwam” that didn’t tell me anything popped up in my head from somewhere. Shilopopaya let go of my hand and went to the entrance to throw aside the skin covering it, at least a mammoth. I made a clumsy attempt to get her ahead of me, but
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"Greetings, Harbinger!" The Supreme Spirits hovered over me. Have you come to ask your question?“No, Supreme,” I bowed. “Just pay your respects.“Even though you don’t have a question,” the Underworld Spirit said in a completely unsolemn tone, “we will answer you anyway.” If you want to see , there is absolutely no point in climbing so high into the Astral. A couple of levels below is quite suitable for this.A pillar of white light appeared next to me.— Tavia? I asked.- Well, you're worried! Flute said angrily. - Everywhere you see your princesses! Is that you, Mahan? she suddenly remembered. Indeed, I somehow had no doubt that I looked human, but it seems that I, like the Spirit of the Flute, now look like a pillar of light.“Greetings, Supreme,” she addressed the Spirits.“And hello to you, future Harbinger!” they responded kindly."Flute," I called. - We are not here, but a couple of levels below.In a couple of days we already confidently sent our Spirits to any Astral level a
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On the first attempt, the cell phone failed to break through the foggy veil of sleep. No matter how hard he tried to dance the tarantella on the bedside table, no matter how he tried to throw his watch, a glass of water, a charger onto the floor with his vibrations, Katya did not wake up. Only slightly trembling eyelashes suggested that sweet oblivion is coming to an end, and you need to wake up and finally turn off this damn phone. Frightened that they would throw him on the floor, the phone fell silent for a minute, but only to voice his presence with new frenzy. Without opening her eyes, Katya reached for the bedside table. -Hello! - No, you're my friend or why! Instead of greeting, they shouted from the tube. It was Sveta and she was a friend. - What are you yelling? You are my friend, my friend, calm down. “Then, if so, why am I the last to know everything?” - I don't know what you should learn first, but I beg you, Light, go to the bathhouse! Let me sleep! I just went to be
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Slowly getting used to the light, Vomit heard heavy footsteps. Someone was heading towards him. Terror gripped the entire body of the great demon prince. He was unarmed and weak in the face of possible danger. Searchlights illuminated only a few meters, but then began the possession of impenetrable darkness.Out of the darkness came a short guy in black robes and a hood, holding a long sword in a sheath in his hands. The eerie aura of darkness that he exuded pierced through Vomit like a thousand blades. He was a demon prince, the greatest genius, but this guy... He crushed him like a bug. However, this intimidating aura seemed to Vomit.. Familiar?- Who are you? Why are you doing this? You do realize it's not just the Bloodrain family that's going to hitch up for me, right? Or were you sent by your father?- Who am i? - The guy whispered, leaning to my very face and I managed to look under the hood.- Fuck my dick...He stepped back a few steps.Yes, that's a good, very good question.
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Loud footsteps cut the silence of the night city.Azrael breathed in the cold, foul air. Moongate was the most ordinary industrial metropolis. Massive crowds, most of which were office rats, glass, concrete, and rebar buildings eighty or more stories high, an advanced subway system, and a terrible stench from defense factories in the east. Alas, the use of magic could not make production more environmentally friendly, as magicians and scientists did not break their heads, their efforts were useless. Moongate has been an open domain since its inception, humans and demons have long since learned to coexist side by side. And not only to coexist, but also to cooperate with each other. The magic possessed by the demons made it possible to raise the standard of living of ordinary citizens of Moongate, technologies, combined with magic made it possible to achieve amazing results in the production of public goods, and almost all the citizens of the infernal city lived comfortably. But still,
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The gang leader screamed in panic and ran wherever his eyes looked, but he could not run far. Azrael sheathed the tati, and in the blink of an eye the criminal lost his legs and fell. Azrael slowly approached him and stepped on his back with his foot. - Well, what are you .. You squeal like a pig. Where is all your confidence and strength? There your friends have already acidified .. What a pity. And we'll have some fun with you ...The gang leader tried to say something, but instead he only began to spit blood. What, you don't like hanging out? Do you even know, mediocrity, how many people's blood is on that sword? Azrael took out the tati again, its blade sparkling in the moonlight. He put it to the bandit's ear. “People like you are not even worthy of human death. You are worse than animals. I must apologize to the pigs for comparing you to them. Azrael cut off the bandit's ear. He screamed wildly, choking on blood. “Tell me what pain is…” Azrael slashed his second ear with his s
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Azrael opened his eyes. He stood in the middle of a wonderful garden. Sakura branches covered the sky, rose petals slowly fell to the ground. Azrael tried to catch one of the petals, but failed. He could feel his body, he could move his limbs, but he could not interact with the world that surrounded him.“Oh no.. Not this… Not again…”Nightmares. They tortured Azrael whenever he closed his eyes.A handsome man of about forty entered the garden. He was dressed in a long gray kimono with large shoulder pads and a conical hat, with two swords at his belt - a katana and a wakizashi. Long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and there was a kind smile on his face, blue eyes shone with warmth and care.- Dad, dad!Following the man into the garden, a boy of about seven, wearing a clean white kimono and a short sword in his belt, ran into the garden.All this seemed terribly familiar to Azrael. And this place, and these people.. As if he was already here.“Did you want to ask somethin
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Azrael stood on the roof of a tall skyscraper, enjoying the view of the starry sky.“Something you’ve been waiting for a long time, I’ve already been waiting for ..” He turned to take steps, a grin appeared on his face, exposing a row of sharp teeth.Opposite him stood a girl in a school uniform, 13-14 years old.- I love places like this. I'll have to thank the master for sending me here. Black as the soul of a killer, the sky with the stars of sorrow framing it. It's just amazing..A sharp sword appeared in the girl's hands, ignited with blue fire. Two faint tears rolled down her cheeks.“What I love about the magical copies created by Nick is because they are endowed with a human mind. Unlike ordinary soulless puppet creatures saturated with magic, you can feel and experience emotions. Just like real people. Having fun with such toys is a real pleasure peak. The way you fight for life.. But still, you lack strength. Magic copies significantly lose combat power compared to the origi
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The message only meant that no one on the planet uses electromagnetic waves to exchange messages, and that's all - but with a high probability there is no civilization here "Increased levels of carbon dioxide Increased nitrogen content Increased content of methane Evolved flora discovered Fauna discovered» Not quite the right atmosphere - it's not scary. At least for Elune, there is no such problem, which means that the atmosphere will be as it should be. Several shot probes reached the surface, and the ship's broadcast flashed with images of the species encountered - a couple of species of herbivores, several predators, a rich set of birds, various fish, reptiles and of course thousands of species of insects ... A complete set, in general - on many planets there is none. Some of them may even be intelligent, but we won't know that until the troops land. In the meantime, we are not convinced of the absence of intelligence on the planet, we cannot touch it ... - How beautiful! Al
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- Sorry, what? I asked when I heard my name."My granddaughter said she loves our glorious new flying tradition," Darius repeated, smiling.“I just noticed that Dima had a great idea,” Atossa objected. - But only.“And I, as the only captain and, accordingly, the admiral of our entire fleet, immediately decided to declare this a tradition,” he chuckled good-naturedly.- Despot! Atossa growled caustically.“Technically, I'm only an admiral,” Darius objected, “and the despot is sitting over there surrounded by his flower garden,” and he bowed his head politely.- A vile slander, - I answered, - I did not tyrannize anyone at all and did not despot ...“If you start arguing, then instead of enjoying the view of Jupiter, you will receive honors from the subjects in turn,” he promised. “And I’m not sure that everyone will agree to kissing only the hand.”I shuddered, suddenly realizing that everyone without exception, both the crew and the passengers, was looking at me. And something bad wa
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“Are we unable to offer them anything?” he asked in bewilderment.“Already offered,” I nodded. - And this proposal can be considered the first contribution to good neighborly relations.Do you mean Barliona? - he asked.“Yes, Barliona,” I confirmed. “Just not quite in the way you understand it."Then tell me," he invited again.“When Elune was locked up in Barliona…” I began, and I noticed how the interlocutor grimaced. Well, yes, I mentioned supernatural powers again. “Sergei, it is high time for you to understand that Elune is indeed a higher being and that she is as real as the world around us. The fact that it was our technology that made it possible to make an incredibly gigantic leap, the results of which amazed even the Ancients, is a matter of pride.“Good, good,” he hastened to agree, already knowing that I was ready to extol my beloved for hours. All loved ones. “You are right, I really should sometimes cast aside the cynicism that has ingrained in the pores of the skin in o
