In the name of freedom

...What kind of crazy shit am I doing?!

Farther. Superpowers. What do they need magic for? In short innate magic and the ability to work with energy. We will finish off the specifics with ritualism. And we will collect the skills from the game mechanics. In the end, no one canceled the exploits.

Let's make a random search in the appearance parameters: color and straightness-wavy-curly hair, eyes color, height, weight. But no very skinny and gluttons. Digestion and metabolism will burn all the excess.

Immunity To the maximum. As much as the system allows.

Oh, it allows itself nothing! I want it so much for myself!

And in general, speaking of myself I remembered that in time. Fuck the last avatar! I don't want to appear there as an ordinary short-lived, constantly ill, infirm, suffering from everything from a runny nose to diarrhea. So, the view. It makes sense if I choose the same species that my people are made of. Not for nothing did loving him so much make him so strong and hardy. I can choose such an avatar for myself, right? I can! But I can't imagine myself as that tall, dark-skinned bully from the first invented group. And if I become a kid of the second kind, then the rest of the players will still take me for a girl. Also not an option. Filth. What to choose? Okay, fuck it, I'll tweak the appearance settings so that the face looks boyish, but not as cute as the others. And the height is slightly above their average.

Name. I hate my local name. And if you remove one letter? Sorin. Excellent.

The name of the leader ... yes, the dick knows him! There are no such peoples in the database to choose default ones. Chamyr... no. Chakhyr... also not. Chafyr... what a chifir. Filth! Why is everything on H? Apparently, the caravans and the second day of wakefulness give their own. It's time for me to rest, otherwise I forget half of it and don't have time to think through the consequences. Chamrir... Chamshir Fuck it.

The finger wavered and accidentally pressed the input button on the machine.

What?! Yes, I haven't... your shit... chumshire yet. I accidentally typed. What should I do now, redo everything? Well, whatever. I'd rather be a chamshire. What a shame

It's a shame.

I don't like punctures. Even such small ones.

In frustration, I went to make myself lunch. While I was cooking, I sadly noted the onset of evening. There was still no less work to do. Calculate the biome, think over vegetation in hydroponics, identify places and filling of livestock farms. Natural enemies, again, are usually found in caves. We need to think about the defense system, the starting number of the nation.

While brewing a cup of tea, I thought I should leave a message on the forum. They will track the game address there. If everything works out. Or maybe it won't work out, and I'll hang out here. I also thought that I was stupid and didn't think about my personal life, having got too used to a single bachelor life with a designer computer. On the other hand, don't you give a fuck? As I have lived, so I will. It was not enough to plan your future personal life. Although the girls wrote how they drew princes and kings for themselves. They're funny. Girls. I've never heard of any of the boys drawing a queen or a wife in advance. Mistresses, yes. And immediately more. And so that the choice was in the mood. Or fighting friends! And so that he himself was a superhero and beautiful, like a girl's dream. They are funny So when I'm ready to come up with my ideal women for all this horde, then I'll decide what I want from my personal life. Then I will pick up the character, and I will create a face for my established taste.

Yawning, I grinned, outlined a few more points of the plan for the female type of the species, but now I realized that I wanted to sleep stupidly. Just sleep, not even eat. A plate of food looked at me with tentacle-like pasta, and I tried not to hang out and chew. The spoon rattled on the mug, lulling attention. I just put my hands on the table and put my head on them.

Right now I'll sit for five minutes, and then I'll eat and sleep

The spoon is still clinking

Spoon...

...

Dilin-dilin

Dilin

The wind is whistling outside. Heavy canvases slap against the fabric. Metal bells tinkle under the blows.

Dilin-dilin

And lying so soft and so good. The blanket is warm. The pillow is fluffy. And the ringing of bells is so soothing.

But I don't have bells at home.

I don't even have canvases.

And I don't have such a heavy blanket at home either!

I jumped up in horror, afraid that I had been taken to a mental hospital or a hospital. But instead of a white ward and doctors with syringes, I saw colorful walls of a caravan.

Which

Stumbling, getting tangled in the blanket, I scraped up to the wall of the caravan and threw back the flapping canvas.

...Where a phlegmatic white goat yawned at me from the street with its whole predatory mouth.

I almost shit myself out of fear! How not to yell the dick knows. If that brute had twitched, he would have screamed for sure!

The goat bent down to the grass, pinched a tuft with her lips, bent the edge of a flat leaf, and then with a quick, small jerk she snatched a nimble lizard from the grass and sucked it whole like pasta.

Fucking psychedelic!

I stared in silence while this brute chewed meditatively with a crunch of small bones. The eyes are already squinted with pleasure. Lush white eyelashes and tremble. I was startled by the sound when small hooves stamped on the side and another goat was joyfully galloping towards me. I made a fool of myself and quickly hid in a caravan, forgetting how to deal with predators. The brute rushed to the door at full speed, stuck its horned head in and stretched its muzzle towards me.

Unable to stand it, I still screamed.

And this bastard climbed to lick like a faithful dog! Another one stuck in with her, breathing on me the smell of fresh grass and blood.

Yes, your shit!!!

At my shout, someone ran up to the kibitka, burst into the opening, barked at the goats in a bass voice and dragged both predators away from me by the scruff of their necks.

Hush, chamshire! Quiet.

Are you kidding me

You're safe! You're home!, A big man with the appearance of a mountaineer and in fur leather armor tried to grab me in his arms like a child, but I crawled away from him to the other end of the caravan.

Are you serious, or what

You are on your native land, chamshire!, The man did not pursue me, but raised his hands in a conciliatory manner.Only one goat was shooed back behind the canopy.

Don't call it that,it just came out of my mouth.

The highlander was taken aback.As if something didn't work out for him.

But you called yourself that!, he tried to declare good-naturedly.

I was wrong, I muttered.

The guy thought about it.He turned something over in his head.He appreciated my wild, hunted look, and then asked at random:

Sorin?

Yes.

Well, praise the whole world, you're with us!

He still caught me in a moment of confusion and squeezed me joyfully by the shoulders.As soon as nothing broke.He squeezed all the air out of his lungs!

We've been waiting for you!We were preparing, the marathon was set up, the goats were combed, here is the rookery prepared!

What the fuck goats, what a rookery, I got out of his arms. I shouldn't have

Looking around, I realized that whatever I didn't want there, everything had already happened.I'm either on the spot or I'm dreaming about it.I don't remember going into the game.I don't remember connecting or putting on a mnemovisor.I remember that I went to cook for myself to eat, and then... just fell asleep at the table?

Filth. Did I turn off the stove at least?I think so.Whether I'm dreaming or not, I turned off the stove.At least, bitch, I did something useful.

But what about the entrance?What about the mnemovisor?Did I have lunch at all or did I dream it all?I haven't slept for almost a day and a half.I could start having glitches, exhaustion, hungry fainting, deep sleep, but I couldn't just die!Not in the right condition and not in the right physical shape.The man looked at me with good-natured sympathy and waited.He has a familiar face.I think I was thinking of someone like that for the role of one of my assistants.

But I didn't manage to upload any of this to the servers!No city! No materials!No infrastructure!

I didn't saved!!!

It seems that my horror has become clear to the man.

Sorin, it's okay, it's okay.

I didn't upload the city

Yes, your city is in place.

I have not scattered a network of resources.

You've scattered everything, we're already working.

I didn't launch

You. Everything. Did.

But the caravan

Well, you didn't make a house for yourself, that's right,the man shrugged his shoulders guiltily.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose with my fingers.

Ah, well, yes... the spawn point

Well, at least he appeared on the plateau, and not in the mountains.The goats smelled you first, they called us.

I felt like an idiot.

Goats?

Yes, they guarded you with the whole herd and warmed you until we picked you up.

They survived.

It was only now that I noticed that my arms and torso were not wearing anything.Convulsively lifted the blanket and realized that I was also naked in addition!Fucking bitch shame. What kind of a jerk am I.

And my stones?

Are you talking about these?, the man grinned contentedly and handed me the uncut, primordial metal chips lovingly collected on a leather strap. In the center of the artisanal composition hung one rather large, finger-sized block of natural stone of a familiar dirty black color.

I stared at the beads in fascination until they brought them closer to me.

Take it, it's for you. We have collected the best. The first one!

Thank you.

I picked up the shoelace, expecting it to feel heavy in my hand, but all the elements in it turned out to be light. Perfectly adjusted in weight, comfortably worn on a drawstring. Thoughtfully twirling the gift in my hand, I slowly and meditatively wrapped it around my palm. That's a nice thing. It fits snugly, without prickling or aching on the fingers. Smooth segments fall on bones, and sharp cutting edges of metal stand up like spikes on improvised... weapons.

You like it, don't you? the satisfied man asked.

Yes I slowly unwound the strap and tied the jewelry in a loose knot around my neck. Interesting skills that I didn't know before.

What name should I call you by?

The Nexar. Call me Nex for short. And anyway, let's go show you the city!

I was taken aback again.

What, just like that? I pointed to the blanketcovered body.

Nex silently pointed to the pile of cloth next to my bed. I felt awkward again. But it only got worse when I lifted the edge of the garment with my finger. Then, doubtfully, he stretched it with his other hand.

Is it outerwear? I asked hopefully.

No.

T-shirt?

No.

Pants?..

Nex furrowed his brows sympathetically. The guy seemed touched.

How do I put it on? I asked gloomily, burning with shame because of my stupidity.

If you'll let me, I'll help. The big guy replied without a trace of emotion and irony. Somehow I had to put up with it. If I'm going to get here, I'll have to study the place I'm in for the first time.