《Guns and Magic》Guns and Magic. Patch 1 – Exploration. Chapter 6. Part 1. «At the edge of the world»
Advertisement
Character: Ronnie. Level 21.
Strength 5.3 - first modification.
Dexterity 15.5 - third modification.
Reaction 3,2 - no modification.
Magic 0 - no modification.
Amount of experience 2%
All indicators are normal.
People have always imagined the figures of the blacksmithing craft as huge muscular demigods of high stature and a long beard. Ronnie was no exception to the rule. A year ago, he went to meet Doffersnoah in the real world for the first time. What was his surprise when the door to the workshop was opened by an ordinary man who looked not more than forty-five or forty-six. Black, greasy hair, combed back, slightly touched the shoulders. The eyes were silver-gray in color to match the steel. Prickly, stiff, unkempt stubble, gray in places, overgrown around the mouth and chin. A wrinkled forehead and a flimsy, withered body. The teeth were yellow, but even. He was leading a monologue on the topic of how people used to kill animals to get food. And now what? All products are artificial, they are made in laboratories. In conclusion, he said that killing is a part of humans, whether he wants it or not, and hunting is his craft, which provides sustenance. As soon as people moved away from this concept, they became as artificial as their food. Empty shells consuming empty shells.
After so much time, they reunited again. Both worked on the silencer for Barrett and a new rifle for five full days. By the evening of the last day, with the last 9.3x64 mm bullet fired, the last stage of work was completed – accurizing. Doffersnoah breathed a sigh of relief, and Ronnie got up and handed him the finished SVDK. The sun was sinking below the horizon, and with it, the full moon was rising, catching up with its eternal enemy on the same razor plane. The blacksmith took a large-caliber Dragunov rifle and took it to the workshop. A minute later he came back out and brought two folding chairs and a table, put a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on them. They sat down at the edge of the world, at the place of its formation, where infinity stretched across the surface of heaven and earth. There in the deserted valley, every part of the landscape smelled of antiquity and primitiveness. As far as you look, everything seemed to contain knowledge and secrets lost in centuries-old history. Amber-colored moss covered the ancient gray cobblestones with a warm blanket. The green grass bent in a bow under the gusts of the ocean wind. Salty air filled their lungs, removing from them all the gunpowder dirt and soot that they had inhaled during production. The waves straightened their hunchbacked backs and beat against the rocks, making the sounds of dull cannon shots. Many huge boulders to the east of these two forgotten souls joined together and created a kind of ruined hill, in the dangerously large crevices of which orphan trees grew and bloomed.
Advertisement
"This place is worth any money," Doffersnoah said.
Ronnie nodded and watched as the blacksmith poured a light brown drink into his glass.
"Want some?"
"No," said Ronnie, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes, and feeling what his ancestors probably felt on Earth tens of thousands of years ago.
"If I sell several of these beauties for ten million each, I can buy the last few hectares of land in the district. Then I'll divide them into sectors and start growing herbs for the alchemists."
"Good plan."
Doffersnoah gulped down a glass and poured himself another and stared at the horizon.
"Why Brigitte?" Ronnie asked.
The blacksmith laughed in response.
"Brigitte is the name of an ancient goddess who patronized blacksmiths. She's also a great friend of mine. You know, the places here are beautiful, but sometimes it's getting lonely. That's why I'm talking to her."
"And how’s it?"
"What?"
"Your conversations."
"It's great, boy. She's a good talker. Better than any therapist."
"It’d do good to listen to him, Ronnie."
"Leave me alone."
"Why?"
"Cuz you pay them for listening to you. She doesn't need it. In addition, she can advise me on something, and these pricks, it feels like as if they studied at the owl house, where they adopted the secret knowledge of nodding their heads and moo in agreement with a "hoot, hoot"."
Ronnie smiled slightly and said, trying to justify them somehow, even though he did not believe it himself:
"They ask guiding questions."
"Let them shove them in the ass. Talking to a friend is always better. Try it sometime. And start with the name."
"I don't believe that artificial intelligence is better than a human."
"How long has it been since you talked to people?"
"It depends on what you mean by "talked"."
"Heart-to-heart communication."
"I don't remember."
"That's what I'm talking about. Go outside and listen to someone's conversation. It seems that people began to be born from wooden stumps."
Ronnie let out a restrained laugh and scratched his head and stretched his neck a little and the legs.
Advertisement
"Wooden stumps? It's funny."
"My father also said that the better the technology, the dumber a person is."
"A dubious statement."
"Hard to say," Doffersnoah replied and drank more whiskey and poured another fifty grams into a glass.
The blacksmith leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees and said:
"Listen, boy, there's one thought that bothers me. If a Doppelganger can change shapes, then why didn't it just turn into a bird and fly away?"
"I don't know. Maybe the one who was born to crawl is not destined to fly. Or maybe because it has never killed flying creatures."
"It didn't kill you either."
Ronnie raised his fist to his chin, thought about it, and answered:
"You're right. So, it's the first option then."
"Have you met this monster before? How did he exactly replicate you? It would need to see you first in order to do it, no."
"I don't know. The game mechanics here are sometimes strange. The Doppelganger turned into not only me and the players it killed. It also replicated Nika and one monster that I had previously met in the Nepril desert. Maybe it was that monster…"
"Or met the monster from the desert and learned about your looks from it."
"Do you think that monsters live their own lives behind our backs?"
"I think so, but what's the point of guessing. I feel like it would be great if it turned out to be true. Imagine that the world of Thalack lives its own life, and we seem to be violating the usual order of things here. As a result, the events of this world adapt to our intervention."
"You went too far with the conspiracy theory and the possibilities of the developers. We are not living in the thirtieth century."
"It's a pity that we didn't get any items from it," the blacksmith finished the monologue, ignoring his friend’s interruption and staying in the world of his imagination.
"Yeah," Ronnie said and nodded.
"Where did you get this amulet from?"
"Which one?"
"The one that's around your neck, boy. Don't take me for a blind man."
Ronnie pulled out the FuruGovest and twirled it in his hand.
"I forgot about it," he said and paused a little, like an actor in a drama theater, "It fell from the wild-boss I've killed in the desert."
"Have you found out about its effects yet?"
"No. Now it's useless, like an ordinary jewelry thing."
"Such items, they are like comrades-in-arms. While everything is quiet and smooth, they sit next to you in the trench and wait, but as soon as the battle begins, and you see death firsthand, they will lend a helping hand."
"Where did you learn to speak so beautifully?"
"I've read a lot of books to my wife."
"She can't do it herself?"
"I don't want to start a conversation about it."
The blacksmith took a glass of whiskey and drained it and poured again exactly the same amount as it was as if he had measured it with a ruler. He drank it without further explanation and wiped the stubble on his face. Ronnie leaned his elbow on the arm of the chair and propped his cheek with his fist. They sat in silence for a few minutes until Doffersnoah spoke again.
Advertisement
Awakening Of The Ancient: Rise Of The Fallen
Xu Ming was the son of the Prince of Heavens who was supposed to have a peaceful and enriching life, but it all turned upside down when a betrayal happened that took everything from him.
8 1221The Mortal Acts
The Mortal Acts is an epic progression fantasy with a lower focus on training aspects and a great focus on discovering new ways of using powers intelligently. I've always been drawn to stories where characters use their powers creatively to overcome opponents and obstacles, and I think all the possibilities can provide a great playground for twists and turns. It's inspired by a variety of media, including Will Wight's Cradle, Hunter x Hunter, and Bioshock, so if you like the creative power use elements from those, come check it out. This is my first serial, and please feel free to leave comments and feedback. For backstory, behind-the-scenes, and other fun stuff, come chat on my discord! Become a patron to read up to 20 chapters ahead here! Blurb: Riven Morell cuts short his regular life at school and home when his mother falls terminally ill. Desperate to find a cure, he travels to Severance Frontier, a desolate land haunted by hordes of ghosts, witches, and demons collectively called the Deathless. But a miraculous cure doesn’t magically fall into his hands. Things are worse in Severance Frontier than Riven had assumed. Ghosts are banding together into armies, demons are kidnapping anyone who strays out of settlements, and witches are enslaving everyone left and right. Riven, of course, gets embroiled in the mess. Missions to curb the Deathless activity are one thing, but when it starts to look like this is just the beginning of a war that extends beyond the mortal realm, Riven has a hard time focusing on why he came to Severance Frontier in the first place. His mother is inching towards death with every passing day, but if he doesn’t face down the Deathless, what little civilization the Frontier holds will be overrun and destroyed. Thankfully, it looked like the Deathless might just hold the secret of the elusive cure.
8 256Tales of The Boundless
This is a growing collection of slice-of-life short stories from the world of The Boundless, born from my Blood of The Boundless novel series. Updates are planned weekly but the exigencies of raising kids will sometimes prevent that.
8 135The Flame in the Forge (A Slice of Life Isekai LitRPG)
Thrown into a world he doesn’t recognise, Niall Vendra has to adapt, learn and fight to survive. Physically, emotionally, personally. If Niall wants to save his family, then the man he was needs to transform. Surrounded by Minotaurs, Fae and Magic, Niall will have to reinvent himself as both a warrior and an artisan. Growth won’t be fast and it won’t be easy, but with patience and hard work, Niall can earn the Skills, Abilities and Classes to battle his way to the top. The Flame In The Forge is a LitRPG Isekai/Portal fantasy. You should expect slice of life with conflict and an overarching mystery to be solved. Niall will be both a crafter (primarily, but not exclusively, as a blacksmith) and a fighter. There won’t be a harem. But don't worry, there will be both flames and forges! I should be clear that while this is very much LitRPG, it's story led and I have tried to make it feel believable. So, for example, the first blue box doesn't appear until chapter 6. I hope that the payoff is worth it. Compared to some LitRPGs you may find the pace rather gentle at times. There will be some periods where it feels like Niall is eking out every level and others when, for good reasons, he makes a significant leap. My goal though is to give you a satisfying story, so that dictates when and how Niall's stats and skills change. I can reassure you that I fully intend for Niall to become immensely powerful, but I want you to feel like he has earned every level in a realistic way.
8 178The Eraquest
In the distant future, a new world emerged after an almost certain exctintion! All thanks to the 7 Heroes. However, there was a big price to pay. Humanity no longer knows what it is like to be human! And the only salvation? An item left long time ago by a man called "Doctor. X". This is a story of a man that thought knew everything, until he knew something, What caused the exctintion? And how did those 7 heroes save the world? Who is Doctor x? And what is this item he left for humanity? All of this and more, in "The Eraquest"
8 98Fox Clan (Vi x Male Reader) (Smut)
Vi is from the Fox Clan. And your from the Oni Clan. Both of your clans were wiped out by a great evil. Even though the two of you are from rival clans you make a truce to avenge your clans.
8 174