Его не звали, но он приперся / They never called, yet he is here: Глава 13

Chapter 13

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:07

The road through an ancient swamp, proudly alone, and the journey through it in the company of its native inhabitant are two incomparable quantities. Where I dulled, she stepped without a second's hesitation; where I slowed to plot a route, she didn't even consider the choice of the trail; where I retreated, she somehow found a way through for both of us.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:12

And the most important thing was her fighting ability. You know, when I thought she was a walking banhammer for almost anything... I was absolutely right, for she was often just enough to kill anything that didn't run away in terror from our company. And no one did, because we were as invisible and inaudible as the night itself. Silence, darkness, fog, and our couple walking inaudibly through the fog.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:14

The reserve was slowly emptying, but not as fast as it could have been. I only had to help myself a little with the shadow prop, to speed up my pace a little, to nudge myself in the back, but the effect of that help was overwhelming. I didn't have to fight at all, because Ygra could do it all by herself, not even giving me a chance to think about my plan of attack. One blow delivered without coming out of concealment, and another nasty thing spills its guts all over the place.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:15

She even managed to chew on little things on the move, but she tried not to touch the big creatures at all. I mean, she didn't fight them, just avoided a possible enemy and attacked them only as a last resort. I'm just saying, she's been hunting her whole life, not grindin'. If she's full, why kill someone you can kill and eat later?

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:17

Most of the attackers were just losers who got in our way. The few who did notice us almost always ran away on their own. Only a couple of times we got some really brainless things. Well, you could only pity them - a master of hand-to-hand combat, but with such power, and with claws... It had never needed a final blow. I now understand her high level, for I've never met anyone who could stand up to her in this land. Of course, I hadn't seen all the locals (and I thank my balls) but I could tell the fighting characteristics of most of them with a fair degree of accuracy. And most of them were no match for my killing machine.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:19

We ran for quite a long time and would have run some more, but I didn't have the endurance to compete with my beastie. Therefore, when we managed to reach a small island of land, though larger than the previous one, and with the remnants of some buildings, I gave the command for a halt without hesitation. I had barely a fifth of the reserve left, and it was painful to waste it further, and I wanted to rest, too.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:21

The ruins were ordinary stones, both in the shadows and in the Gaze, and there were no voids, so I set about setting up camp. Ygra, by the way, watched me make a fire with great surprise. I just sighed heavily: she doesn't know fire yet, at least she's not scared of it.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:22

And immediately the images of clairvoyance came to mind. Swamp ogres did not know how to make fire, but they often kept it alive in the tribal settlements if they could find coals after lightning strikes during thunderstorms. Sometimes such fires went out, but more often they burned for centuries, over which more than one generation of these creatures succeeded. They rarely roasted meat, preferring simply to warm their heavy bones by the fire. They also sang by the fire.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:23

In the periphery of my consciousness, I even heard the distant echo of strange, alien, deep, and very sonorous songs sung by these creatures with their tinned throats. If the vague image is to be believed, then their rib cage serves as another resonator, which is why the songs of the swamp ogres must be extremely entertaining music. When you hear it, you'd better run as fast as you can.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:25

The only pity is that it's out of season. Or rather well, as my clairvoyance says, because this is the time when the whole tribe goes hunting in droves. And I was probably very lucky to catch a single Ygra, and not a couple covering each other, which they sometimes do, too. And what would have happened if I had run into a tribal camp...

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:25

No, only the elderly and the little ones live there all the time. Those who are still too weak to hunt, and those who are already too weak, but still have no desire to go on one last hunt, from which they never return. All the adult members of the tribe, the only ones in the whole swamp, roam alone or in pairs, giving themselves to their one passion. Swamp ogres live by and for the hunt, nothing more. So I might have escaped from the camp, but I would probably not survive the well-coordinated roundup of the strange stranger that followed.

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:35

The blood pounded in my head, and a slight pain spreading from the back of my head indicated that this time my clairvoyance had taken me too far. I wonder if this is my way into the infosphere of the universe, or what? And isn't the uncharacteristically rapid development of what I believe to be a very rare skill a consequence of my dreamwalking class? I'd have to put a lot of effort into studying it as well, but when would I have time to do all that?

Camrad_RIP 17.12.21 в 19:37

Ygra left to hunt, instantly disappearing into the swampy mire, and I began quietly preparing to cook whatever she caught. Somehow I was not the provider in our pair, but I was the one who had to do all the cooking. Such sad thoughts, however, do not prevent me to gather more dry wood for the fire, breaking even the lower branches from the trees, if they were dry, and then starting to burn the branches for charcoal. I want a barbeque today, and I'll get it just as I got a Jacuzzi in my time. The power of the isekai is unstoppable the moment he goes down the road of comfort for his dear ass!

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 08:53

The huntress returned from the hunt, carrying on her shoulder the weight of a lizard-like creature that resembled something I'd seen before, a creature that had once left its tail for me. It carried a huge pile of bones and meat, weighing at least a ton, without any problem at all, as if it did not notice the load at all. It certainly has a tremendous amount of power.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 08:55

I look away, realizing that her passive ability is causing me to stare at the wiggling tits again, and then I point silently at the small area suitable for carving the carcass on it. Did I clean the place of twigs and dirt for nothing? The ogre still dropped the carcass silently, leaving it at my mercy. My intuition told me that she thus acknowledged my right to be the first to eat the prey. Yay, Mom, I'm the Chief now! The giant green woman obeys me!

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 08:56

The lizard had no open wounds, as it had simply broken its neck with one sharp blow. I'm sure he didn't even have time to notice. I'm the only one who's so lucky and alert that I can spot a swamp ogre on the prowl in its element. It's something to be proud of when you think about it.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 08:59

I cut a few of the most appetizing pieces with my daggers, trying not to get dirt and other crap on them. I even used a flask of water to rinse the meat. I leave the carcass to Ygra and return to the fire, trying not to hear the crackling of bones and the sound of tearing muscles behind me. If she were hungry, I would have to worry about the integrity of my or my nerves.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:03

With the accompaniment of Ygra's meal, I began to cut the meat into smaller pieces suitable for shish kebab. If my dexterity weren't so high, I'd probably mess up somewhere. I throw the meat into the pot, which was left to me, just not to stain it, and then I throw in a few spicy roots. These roots are supposed to be reagents, but my alchemical instincts tell me that they are more valuable as spices. After marinating the meat in the resulting mixture, I begin to slice it into thin sprigs, vowing to kill the local swamp if I don't make a tasty dish.

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Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:08

The swamp is safe because my culinary endeavors at least smell good. So tasty so, that it attracts even the ogre, who has already had time to devour, and has begun to confuse my brain with its pheromones again. After swearing, I recreate my mask and try to restrain the vicious and monstrously strong child of nature.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:14

"No. You can't! No, I said no! Hands off! Hands off, I said." Honestly, it feels like you're talking and yelling at a disobedient child, so eager to stretch out his grabby hands to not yet ready yummy treats.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:17

Surrealism it's.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:18

Ygra takes offense, looks at me with a pitiful look, tries to steal the roasting meat from the concealment, and just gets annoyed, winding circles around the fire and the working me. The flickering green silhouette in my eyes makes me dizzy, but I remain as adamant and unwavering as a tax inspector's footsteps. A couple of times I even had to hit those grasping hands with a shadow lash. And if at first, I tried not to hit hard, then, when the first blows were ignored, I hit quite hard. It would have just ripped a man's arm off, but it didn't even penetrate her skin, it just left an abrasion.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:25

I ignore the attempt to buy me with the puppy eyes (this performance from this booby looks brain-dead), then move on to the final part of the cooking. I squeeze the juice of some swamp lemon onto the pieces of meat. It may be reddish in appearance, but otherwise typical citrus with a very sour taste. Not quite a lemon, but no so bad.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:40

The smell of roasting meat is becoming so delicious that it penetrates even through the filter, and Ygra is just silently and uncontrollably watching my hands. It feels as if the process of cooking has really hypnotized her, for the expression on her face is even more lost and dumb than usual.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:46

"That's it. Go wash your hands and eat." I don't know why the hell that phrase came out of my mouth. I was thinking of the days when I had to watch my nieces and nephews when they were young.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 09:52

"Ygra eat!" This creature of God smiled with all its teeth (but what kind of God create it, I wish I knew), and then stretched out its dirty hands to the roasting meat.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:05

"Hands. Clean. Then eat." And swing threateningly with power-filled shadow to affirm the threat. The hurt look is ignored, as always.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:06

"Y-y-y-y-!" A crying ogre pulls.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:07

"I don't want any "Y's" here! Wash your hands. Clean! Cleaning! Come on, come on! " Still, the craving for yummy treats awakens an incredible learning ability and stimulates the brain even when it's completely absent.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:11

For a moment Ygra stood motionless, and then all the crap stuck on her began to fall off abruptly and without warning. Right on my shish kebab! I'd never built a shadow barrier so quickly, not even with the creatures that lived in the underground lake. The shish kebab was saved, and so were my clothes, which was a relief.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:16

I use a thin sheet of shadow to collect the suspension in the air in a bag of shadow, and then I throw it away. The dirt-free Ygra looks much nicer to the eye than it does when it's on the road. The smooth green skin, the massive chest, the firm belly, and even the ropes of muscle don't spoil the impression so much. Yes, she has, after applying the skill, even her tresses have settled into a normal hairstyle! If only I could tie them in a ponytail with some rope so that I could bend her over and hold on to the ponytail and fuck her straight...

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:24

The mental smack I gave myself brings me out of my binge mode again, and I return my thoughts to his majesty shish kebab. It seems that after this trip, I'm only going to go bankrupt on a visit to a brothel. I have other things on my mind right now - it's a feast of the belly and a symphony of taste.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:25

"Here." I hand Ygra one of the homemade skewers, taking the other. "Eat."

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:35

I was savoring my portion one bite at a time, but the ogre just threw it all in her mouth at once. At least I was smart enough not to eat the twig itself, which she nonetheless took a bite of.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:36

"Yummy!" She murmured blissfully, probably tasting properly cooked food for the first time in her life.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:36

"That's it! It's not like eating raw chupacabra! This is the triumph of civilization over your barbaric way of life. It is thanks to the desire for comfort that people have been able to achieve so many things, you know?" I did not forget to reduce my portion of deliciousness in my monologue.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:37

"Y?"

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:36

"Fuck yeah, Kostik, you should start talking to trees, too," I said a little disappointed, and then I gave her another portion. "Here, eat it and don't spill it all over yourself, child of nature."

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:39

"Ygra yummy!" And she doesn't need anything else to be happy. It makes me wonder about the necessity of higher nervous activity. She has as many brains as bread, but she's happy beyond measure. I have thoughts, problems, and heroic status, for Christ's sake. I'd rather stay on these fucking marshes for the rest of my life. I've got something to eat and someone to fuck, so I won't be lost.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:41

I tear my eyes away from the ogre's swaying chest with irritation, noting the beginning of the impact of pheromones even on the body strengthened by heroism, so I take two more skewers of meat, put the mask back on, and leave the remaining almost a dozen to the "young growing body". At least let someone be happy on this day because I have completely ruined my mood. And, bitch, with my own hands!

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:45

"The rest is for you. Eat." I ordered, and I went to the other side of the islet of land in the middle of the swamp.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:47

"Ygra! Y!" The ogre begins to eat the remaining goodies slowly, one bite at a time. She tasted all the splendor of a slow meal after all.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 10:48

I was sitting on the edge of a small island of tranquility, munching on roast meat, looking up at the very clear sky with the full moon in it, and... not even sad, just thinking. I am in such a hurry to get out to the people that I am beginning to forget that nothing good awaits me there. Only new problems, new battles, and new personalities, eager to kill me a bit. Or worse than killing me.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 11:01

And unlike the half-intelligent orcs and the unintelligent undead with the monsters, these guys will already be intelligent. They're not the first generation of isekai like me to get into the meat grinder. And it's unlikely I'll be able to surprise them in any way. It's more likely that if I were to stand up to the well-established mechanism of destroying the summoned, my end would be predictable and unfortunate.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 11:03

I am not the savior of the world. This is not the usual "I'm not really a hero" from books and light novels, necessarily pronounced with pathos, gushing, and demonstrative indifference with a mandatory admixture of teenage maximalism. Rather, it is a banal statement of fact. To break the local system, you need someone with a pure heart, an enormous mind, monstrous cunning, and inhuman luck. Someone who will be much better than the ordinary, scrupulously good-for-nothing me.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 11:05

I heard a slight rustle next to me, and a satisfied Ygra leaned over me and began to mesmerize me with her watermelons that were almost in my face. It's hard to judge her desires by her appearance, but her next phrase puts everything in its place.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 11:06

"Wanna-et." Prolonged and chesty, this sentence of hers seems more appealing by the second.
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Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 11:08

Apparently, she hadn't understood her desires until that moment, and she still doesn't. Either she wants me, even though I'm not her fellow ogre, or something else. The main thing is that now she is quite lustful.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 12:26

It would be ridiculously easy. All it takes is a little longer to look at the two dark green nipples fluttering in front of my eyes. All I have to do is dispel my mask, take a few deep breaths, and go. I was going to have to put a shadow bag over her head, though I doubt I'd care about her face an hour from now.

Camrad_RIP 18.12.21 в 13:53