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Thoughts swirled in search of a way out. I definitely could not escape with such damage, I would definitely not be able to endure this any longer.Intuition help!But she only illuminated with white almost all the objects neatly laid out on the tables - each of them carried only suffering and pain. Brother Foma became quite skilled in the matter of torture, it was impossible to negotiate with him.It was only possible to fulfill his requests, whims, orders.So, stop, these are not my thoughts. It is the suffering of almost broken Rob, driven into an almost geometrical point, the local Rob, who was tortured all night and all day before.- Yes, think for yourself. - After tearing the ligament of the scream, the throat could only push out a wheeze. - This is a tiny village, I don’t have any accomplices and cannot be, everyone would know everything.— Is that how? Thomas asked kindly. - And what about your girlfriend? How is she there? Agnis? She ran to you all the time.She didn't know a
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Rome jumped off the wagon with a laugh and pushed the girl in the face, knocking her down.“The protector has been found, look. Maybe you want to pillory instead?You are executing an innocent person! - Sitting in the dust, the girl shouted. “He is not to blame for anything.- Soldier. I croaked.What do you want, sorcerer?“I will remember you.Now in no case should they be threatened or provoked in any way. I don’t care anymore, I’m not a tenant, and if you provoke the soldiers, then they may well abuse the girl - just to humiliate me even more. The bedding of the sorcerer.- Remember it well. Rome laughed again. - Say hello to Haang. Touch!The wagon began to move again, the stones seemed to have run out, or the crowd decided that it was necessary to spare my life until the execution began. Only Agnis screamed, thin and scary, pounding the ground with her fists. But no one heard her.And here is my forehead. A familiar pole, on which not so long ago - a week ago, if you count local
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“N-Probably.— That's what I think. You know, I feel obligated to repay your kindness. You know what, old man? Let's go out, I need to discuss something with you.They both left, leaving me alone with only the buxom wife of the headman - must be the mother of my character?- Eat, Mas, eat. Would you like something more tasty? - She got busy.- Milk, if possible. - A piece in the throat did not climb, to be honest. It was somehow strange and hard to have breakfast a couple of hundred meters from the place of my painful death.But I have to admit: this game definitely knows how to motivate. All these travel journals, quests and other antediluvian nonsense - everything is hopelessly outdated. But to throw the player into a situation where he himself sets a goal that he will definitely not forget about is right.- Do not go to the slaughter with the rest of the peasants. - A bowl of milk appeared in front of me, some kind of wicker roll. - There is no need for the son of the headman to de
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And there were enough living creatures around. It is clear that it will not be possible to go further along the rails - there are now hunting grounds for animated elements, but there was something to do here too."Congratulations! You have reached level fifteen! Attention! You have fifteen unallocated skill points. Please open the character window and invest the necessary points."Later, more and more later. I swiped the notification away and stared blankly at another one that took up half of my field of vision."Player, congratulations on your successful progress along the path of hero development! The starting location will be available for you up to the twentieth level, but if you suddenly liked it here so much that you are ready to stay here - the Idab company opens a set of game masters for players from level twenty!"Also interesting, but later. I shrugged off that notice as well. It's time to head back to the surface. Everything, from the point where I stopped, to the very end
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All the time before the house, my father was jumping up and down, trying to go on a run.- Well, well, well, well! he exclaimed from time to time.“Father, I am very glad that everything is all right with your hand.“Let’s go together tomorrow, I’ll teach you a couple of interesting things that your grandfather taught me.”- Great. I politely replied.“In general, I wanted to gather the whole village, throw a feast for the whole world, but somehow, right after the execution of the filthy sorcerer, it’s not worth it, it seems to me. People won't understand.- They won't understand.- Here! And we are in a close family circle, as they say. I also invited the holy brother to join us in order to somehow express gratitude, but he refused.Probably not hungry.- No, they now have a church vow of abstinence. They purify the spirit through abstinence, and this helps them work miracles.— Post?“I don’t know whether there is fasting or not fasting, but brother Foma has so far deigned to eat on
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No, I'm not late. A rope was thrown over the rafters, two loops were tied on it, and Agnis hung in the resulting snare, barely touching the ground with her fingertips, even from here she seemed strange - pale, almost blue.“Child, are you ready for ascension?” The darkness behind her asked.The girl mumbled something without opening her mouth, then looked in my direction with eyesores - and exhaled, went limp.- Well, what are you doing. Thomas sighed, snapping his fingers. - This is the most common stasis, it is harmless. You won't flinch, will you?- I don't care. - The girl answered in a calm voice. The colors returned to her face, she breathed a little more freely.I was pierced by a premonition of inevitable disaster. But what could I do? If it wasn’t even Foma himself, but his deputy who coped with me so easily in a state of altered perception, then Foma, I think, is a total waste of time. Or snap your fingers.But if I catch him red-handed, I'll tell everyone about what he's do
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There was no need for the Church to forbid anyone to approach the remains of the sorcerer or to set up guards - the people in the village lived dark, ignorant, superstitious. Hmm, in fact, so ignorant that they were ready to sacrifice an innocent girl to the church. Also a good exchange for yourself - the headman's hand for the life of Agnis.But for them it was in the order of things, damn it! They themselves, no worse than anyone else, will forbid themselves and others to approach the remains - well, how can damage with an evil eye be transferred from a sorcerer to them? No, no one wants to.So, except for the corpses of the soldiers already cooling down, it was only me on the square - and I sat there for these few minutes, ready to jump out of the thick shadow, cut my throat with the edge of the sword! The only pillory I had for company was a lonely, empty and abandoned by everyone, sticking out an accusing finger from a thin layer of greasy ash. I don’t know what kind of wood and
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I walked along the road with a leisurely, measured step, not particularly in a hurry, but not very slowly either, and so far I had no idea where and why. The first item of the program, marked as "away from here" can only be done in this way. And as I wave at least five kilometers, it will be possible to think about future plans.Definitely, despite the fact that I received mostly negative emotions from the game, I still appreciated the scheme of interaction with the player. Why force players to once again kill thirty rats and bring tails, ask them to collect twenty stones on the field or pile up fifteen carrots and proudly call it a quest, if you can simply create a situation where the player will give himself a task! I remember this living statue, gray eyes and curls so well that I definitely will not forget why I am in this world. At the same time, there was an incentive to develop, to get to know this world, to become stronger. Of course, the desire to kill someone from any point
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And then ... Everything went - as it went. And may there always remain worlds where people are lonely, where it is dark, and icteric palms of maples fall from the sky. One day Avdeyka and his mother... Aunt? The devil will break his leg in their difficult relationship. One way or another, they will definitely get there. Maybe one day they will get to the chair where my reader is bent from loneliness. Who knows, the universe is merciful and loves its children. But it is not exactly. But it is known: today the very first seven testers-gods got up from sleep. Eduardo, Shelly, Alexey, Umbra, Erebus and Nyukta, Selina. Alive, absolutely. Skinny, of course, like a spring rook, but quite sane. Shelly even tried to pick up her son from the distributor, but she was quickly explained that he would definitely be better there. Astrix also did not go away, although he got out from under the dropper. From time to time he walks into other people's dreams, treats him to strange drinks and cigare
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Rob, hurry up! Astrix's voice called. We won't be able to hold him back for long!The scarlet bloody whip in the air was overwhelmed by several multi-colored energy flows at once, trembling with tension. The thaumaturge, gaping, stopped bombarding me with new spells for a change and stared at the doomsday reigning in the sky.Who are you boy? Why did you decide that to treat you the same way as everyone else is the greatest injustice? Where did the thoughts in your head come from that people should be connected by feelings and affections, and not by common interests?I understood what all this battle was about, what the road had led to until now. The boy remained alone all his life, believing that he was just very unlucky, and that somewhere there must be friendly hands, a warm smile and hope for tomorrow - you just need to look properly. About the fact that the world is dying of loneliness, he learned much later, becoming much older.A world that didn't need a boy. A world that aband
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- Un-life. Why don't you rein in your robbers then? - I almost believed it. Nearly. “The corruption is preparing for a massive raid on the lands of the living, which means…- I know. But I'm still an avatar, my abilities are limited. And I can't go anywhere from here. To become a goddess in the fullest sense of the word, I need...— Believers! I slapped my forehead. - Well, of course. Followers, believers, own church.“We can start with the first knights. So... How do you look... - She blushed, looked away. - Well…“Become one of those ugly strategists?— Rob! You are to blame for their appearance! You can look whatever you want!- Nevermind. But you yourself understand - there is some complexity. If I'm next to you on Limbo right now, it most likely means that I'm dead. And a corpse cannot be turned corrupted. An undead connecting rod - you can, but not with Filth.- It's true. But something has changed.- Yes?“You see, two people from the same account came into this world. And one
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"I look into my eyes ... I'll touch my lips. And what to say when I'm gone?" - Asked guitar picks over the black Icelandic beach, and the night was surprisingly warm, not at all suitable for November in the northern latitudes of Limbo.Night again, beach again. Another terrible headache.“Rob, Rob…” Nervous, sensitive fingers stroked my head. “You never get used to the fact that the body is a weapon. Relaxed, believed in the brothers on opposite sides of the barricades. That's what I got. Did you get it?- I cant. I complained without opening my eyes. - I'm tired. Why do they keep killing me? We almost agreed, almost resolved the issue.“We haven’t decided, stupid Robushka. And they couldn't. Understand that from the point of view of Warcraft, it is he who overcomes fifty years of captivity, cut off from his loved one, overcomes obstacle after obstacle, trying to reunite the family. Or at least avenge their deaths. And when he wins, there will be a happy epilogue and everyone will be
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He dissapeared."Spider, come on!" I pleaded.A silent prayer burst out of my chest and spread throughout the Oikumene, and when there was no space between me and the fury of the avenging god, a huge black sword, literally a millimeter above my head, was stopped by a blade of sand.“You should look for an opponent in size,” Astrix smiled white-toothed.So you helped him. Ware said slowly. "It's good that both of you are here!"- And what will you do? Ban me too?- Not.Ware waved his hand, and the glow of the font parted, releasing the already familiar crystal, which contained the powers of the defeated gods. Only this one was much larger, and not empty. Zhdan froze inside him with his mouth wide open from a tearing cry!- Oh, you're a creature. Spider said softly. “You do understand that after this you won’t leave here with your own feet?”- Don't care. I don't care at all! I will kill you both!The clapping of his hands fanned the blood around him, and the magician's body seemed to
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Closed tightly, I almost completely stopped relying on the light, leaving only my new outlandish vision. It gave the picture with spots, intersecting lines, but the brain quickly adjusted itself, and from the flickering in front of the inner gaze, it independently completed a completely three-dimensional picture of the environment. The steps underfoot seemed new, almost untrodden, although the temple itself is definitely more than two thousand years old...However, this is logical. Only a couple of dozen people have walked this road. The senior pantheon came to the Font when it was still an ordinary cave in the mountain, and, of course, no staircase had yet been built. So consider it an untrodden path.Turn after turn, the levels went past - the sacrificial altar, administrative premises, the household unit, the barracks ... Soon, according to the sensations, the ground level also passed. This was told to me by my vision, since nothing has changed in all other parameters. There were n
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The Christmas tree backed away, and I, sinfully squeezing past it in half, stared thoughtfully at my avatar. A savage Amri, a slave by birth, a pacifist by conviction - it was necessary to manage, in such and such a world, to get a lowered pain threshold! Laughter and sin, in general, are obviously cannon fodder, which usually does not survive even the first serious battle.But they survived. And they didn't even get scars. Unless, of course, do not count those inside. And, of course, a snowflake peeking out from under the undergarments. But this is not a scar, but rather a protective mark. Okay, good time to pull, it is already in short supply.- Hey, get up! I called.The spider said something about the reunion of soul and body. But damn, how to implement it? God somehow forgot to mention the technical details - either he really didn’t know, or for him such tricks are so in the order of things that they are not worth clarifying.No answer. Of course."Get up, motherfucker!" I shook
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- What?! I barked. - What nonsense! Xolotl is alive, I personally...- Killed her? Astrix raised an eyebrow. “Finished off what little was left of her?”But you are all alive. You, Ware, other scumbags. What happened to Shelly?- She was already unstable at the time of digitization because of the child, you understand? One and a half consciousness, working out of tune. Technique then simply did not provide for such a situation ... And now, you yourself understand. Pregnancy is a vanishingly rare phenomenon these days.“But she gave birth in those two thousand years.- Both in real life and in virtual, yes. But in real life, the process of childbirth is simply the separation of one from the other without any sacrifice on the part of the psychostructure. In the virtual, everything turned out a little differently.And who did she give birth to? Gary?The spider chuckled.- Does not give you a dream of rest, I see. No, not Gary. Who cares. The main thing is that the rejection mechanism at
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Agnis exhaled convulsively again, but said nothing.— In general, it all started with Haang as the very first. He went to the abyss, where he deposed the archangel. Now all the Filth is in his hands. They do not touch people yet, but they destroyed one cemetery. Guess which one.“The same thing, without the ankh!” I gasped. “So there is no longer any protection between humans and the Filth!”- Right. Khaang's troops catch all living things and turn them into Filth - they accumulate strength. As soon as they accumulate enough, they move on. We have no idea where, but it is clear now: Haang will not be the only corrupted god at the head of this army. Soon the rest will realize where the game is fatter, and against the seven demons, I'm afraid even I can't resist.- Good. What we can do?- Restore balance. Astrix shrugged. — Return the ankh to its homeland, restore the lich of the plundered cemetery. Even one lich can hold back the Filth indefinitely, and if he summons a bone dragon...-
