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Well 3.0

It was the most unpredictable chapter I've ever written, and the second largest of all the chapters published on FB. I would have been proud if I hadn't originally planned to make the chapter about 80,000 characters, but as usual, it was a total FUBAR.

What do I have to say about the chapter and the cubes? Well, first of all, there is a lot of indignation about the Dice. If you reread the last one, you can find traces of a prophetic dream MC had about the tower scene. It was one possible version of events, a plot engine, an adventure, big or small. The problem is that it was about to be scrapped, almost went into the unused blanks section, and only at the very last moment did Master Serdric roll a 1, then 43, but with such disadvantages was also a 1. But the summoned creature's power with all the bonuses gave a dirty 100. The result was the asshole that we saw, a big, fat, greasy, and unwashed asshole that almost ate the master of magic. He is effectively no longer a master and it is not certain that he will regain his mastery. 84 on the severity of injuries and 90+ with bonuses and minuses on the difficulty of treating them.

If it wasn't for the advantages of the magister and the tower, the availability of medicine, and the fact that he had time to bandage himself and wipe some of the hostile energies from his body stumps (which gave him a total of 15+10+15+15+5+5+5+10 points in plus), he would get anticrit and asshole. Because he had a lot more disadvantages than that, and an average roll of 60 didn't help either.

So, the city is in trouble, the tower is being repaired, the master is being treated, and the magister is upset, but what's MC got to do with it? He, at this time, had to just go out to the second meeting with a certain peasant, because Pirius would have decided to send him away, well, to rest, or whatever happened just so he would not be seen. And the hero would have been happy to leave on a day off, would have felt the same desire to walk around the city and all that. But then Criss happened, who simply and in an orderly manner said: “Let's bring this guy to us, invite him, involve him, and recruit him. And, since Oglafson's influence on Pirius was minimal, so as not to be spotted, he complied with the order, rejecting the suggestion, which was deliberately made very weak.

And our Stepan-chan was left to shine his face in front of the honorable public. Actually, there were several possibilities of who could come. And not just from Morgrave. The option with Singha and Nertm was only one of several, and not even the most probable (though not the most unlikely). They came, and MC barely rolled out the minimum 35 to avoid going supernova from such an encounter. Of course, it was his butt that flared up.

Singha, thankfully, though bored, was not happy that she'd agreed at her mother's insistence to take a closer look at the prospective groom, but she didn't argue. She thought, in general, that the boy was sensitive enough to take one look at her power and her entourage and then shit himself a little. So she calmed him down, patronizingly so. The heat in Stepan's butt at that moment was ready to surpass the discharge of supernovae and reach the power of the Big Bang.

Throwing a cube at a stone snot fight was one pleasure. There's just idiocy in plain sight. Singha's actions weren't that stupid - a reflex hammered into her by training, an attempt to protect herself from danger. Only she didn't have the knowledge and fighting skills of the System and she didn't understand the nature of the creature so quickly as MC and didn't predict its reaction. We've all seen the result.

Nertm's throw was very unfortunate. His amulets, while of high quality, were critically vulnerable to the type of damage the creature was inflicting on the brains of those around him. Yes, he rolled out a nasty anti-crit at the expense of minuses then crashed when he came under the control of a non-elemental and attacked Singha as the one that moved the most. It's not shown much in the chapter, but he really would feel very guilty if he kept the memory of that conflict.

And here there was no memory, no burned-to-zero amulets, no promising and beautiful bride, only her mother threatened to open his throat on the altar and, it seemed, was not joking. No, it wasn't really the light feelings for Singha, but rather the realization she was promising and convenient. Everyone in Morgrave knew the history of Urwag and his wife. Everyone knew how much he had benefited from having a Master Shaman in the House. The honorable Nertm was not at all averse to getting one for himself, knowing that Singha would not yield much to his mother when he grew up. In turn, he was ready to be a model family man and a gallant gentleman for the sake of it, without pretenses and lies, especially as there was no need to overpower himself. Though a steppe girl halfbreed and wild in some places, dressed strangely and all these blinged-out stones of hers, but still very beautiful, magically strong, and well-mannered.

A great match, he thought. Basically, there could be a retcon in the Almighty's name here, but his dreams could come true. Maega realized that the guy fits the blood of the daughter if not perfectly, then close to that (80 approximately, but this is IMHO, I myself did not roll the die). Except that Urvag loved his wife sincerely, though not without a desire to put her gift to his advantage. But Nertm and his father, if they had decided to consider Singh as their ticket to the future and not to sit on the sharpened spades (i.e. with brothels, walks, mistresses, affairs, and a submissive steppe wife waiting at home), he would have failed. There were enough such charms and suggestors in the stocks of ancestral contracts, which would make a perfect family man out of the most promiscuous lecher. It wasn't that Nertm would have forced his mother and grandmother to take care of him, he wasn't the worst representative of humanity, better than his father, who wasn't the worst either, but Maega was understandably disliked for her feisty character and exorbitant arrogance.

Back to the fight. Everything went relatively smoothly for GG there. He fought back quite confidently and the only autocrit of snot (mega eye attack on brains at 100), met the same autocrit on the defense against blows to the brain straight and hard mental hammer (100). Further, there were normal rolls for MC due to bonuses. Again rolled out dirty crit in the hundred, and the creature only 75, also due to bonuses, the roll itself was just under 50.

In the end, circumstances spoke their decisive word, and this unfortunate coincidence was expressed by one of the gifted servants of the tower. What sees - here is my CHANCE to show myself as a savior, like Bruce on the Titanic! So, he fired with all his might, aha, good thing the tower was in combat mode and he managed to connect to the weave of tactical throwers. It hurt him, and it hurt Singha, who was almost guaranteed to be injured at least, if not immediately burned to the bone, and it was almost a scream (92 with the bonuses and disadvantages of Singha, who surrounded herself with a halo of power and therefore the spells were directed at her). Magister Miller almost went gray when he realized how it could end, and was very happy that the girl was so talented and her mother was so caring that she had given her a spirit that not only warded off the blow but also redirected it outside the walls.

Maega was worried about something else, so she didn't get the hint, but it's almost guaranteed to come up later when they're going to go into more detail. It's probably already come up at the end of the chapter, yes. Stepan is so stealthy, so cautious, so quiet!

In the world of spirits, a successful roll was to work with the mask, and also (I'd add it myself, if necessary, by tweaking a die) to modify the mask. Modified, used, and, together with a mare, managed to bait the elder spirit (73rd in power among his kind), and then in the pace of a waltz brainwashed the spirit and forced him to kill himself, throwing them back to Reality.

The most LUCKY /s roll in the whole book was on where they'd be thrown out in the first place. Oh, I will say this, I was preparing the Worm Dome as one of the high-level quests for the far future, at the Beast Hunt level for example. When raising the quest board to the fourth (or even fifth, I haven't decided yet) rank, there will be a set of ultra-class quests without a deadline that gradually grows with level. There from Automilf will go assignments of level steal the panties of the queen of the elves right at the ball and unnoticed for the queen, but just from the system will fall assignments level feat or even feat +. Slay a dragon, an ancient vampire, eliminating some Duke, kidnapping and rescuing a slave girl from the Sultan's harem, and so on.

Among these quests was the destruction of the creature that sits in the ancient city. And yes, there used to live those people who came to this world long before the elves, when the Ecumene looked almost the same as now other continents. Lots of dinosaurs, anomalies, horror, and darkness, but magic bubbling around. These gray men were the same fugitives as the long-eared, or just exiles, exiled to the wilderness. The fact is that their city was the pinnacle of civilization of the ancient world, and this city fell, and the rest of the gray eggheads died. Those not of the Queen's actions simply perished in an unstable world. Without the strongest mages, without libraries, without ritual halls, without warehouses with their magical hi-tech, they slid down to savages and in a few tens of generations simply died out. But the city remained, as well as what lives under the city.

My personal Balrog analog. A demonstration of what the hentai world does to abomination, turning it into the same abomination, only with a hentai twist. I can reassure everyone. It is the sexual intimacy with the Queen and the worms that is not intended at all. Roughly speaking, the dice wouldn't roll. MC would leave anyway. In the worst case for him would intervene Automilf, if there is absolutely no chance. But he managed it by going to war with Platypus and convincing him that it's easier to make peace.

Yes, yes, the battle with the newly named Uck can be described in forty thousand characters. There were a lot of individual rolls, for each strong spirit or group of them. But I will not do it, only the most delicious dice will be noted, and not all of them.

Singha showed herself very well with the cloak. It is not surprising, for it is with the Wind she can speak not much worse than MC, or even better in some aspects. All the power of her kind is concentrated in this direction. And she mastered the cloak quickly and quickly began to wield it like a pro. Here also played a role prompts-images of MC, which at times made them so direct it was almost a mental control. But yes, it hit hard, and then also found the perfect attack against the platypus, managing to set it up correctly and reduce the rolls of Platypus (minus 10, then 15, then 25, and under the very last beat at all 30). The monster's bonuses were also huge, due to the lake and the power over the source, but it still hit powerfully.

Out of Stepan's spirits, a thin knight threw a hundred twice in a row (100 and 54, and then 100 and 81). But there it was really very difficult to throw less. This type was, in fact, the analog of creepbear, only for senior rank and very, very, very powerful in combat against single enemies. Straight 100 on the power scale in his rank, maybe even double 100. And he actually managed to deal very good damage to the Queen, sensitive damage, even if she was guaranteed to regenerate almost everything. Albeit at the cost of existence and loss of contract for the MC. The coolness was paid off by the frequency of the summoning - the lowest of the previously encountered, lower even than the higher entities, which hints, so to speak.

But in general, even though there were a lot of cool and good rolls for Singha, MC, and Uck in battle, but the real god MC was in diplomacy. Not for nothing he thanked Her Milfness. Because here the tricks of MC and his pumping in a mental suggestion through shamanism have borne fruit. There were a total of three clean and more than ten dirty cells. Yes, against a weakened from battle and wounds, against a duckbill not expecting this type of attack, against a duckbill unaware of the impact, but he still damn well sold the will of the creature, which could eat both mages and dragons, especially near its lake.

The escape went almost normally, there at the very end managed to the Queen intervene, but even so, she was going through very hard minuses, and only with these minuses did our shamans survive. Yes, the slim fell, but they fought back and Drill's tug pulled them out of the trap, giving away a new deed at the same time.

Yes, the deed was one step away from the Feat, a little more and it would have been a feat, but it didn't work out. So powerful. There are five characteristics alone, not to mention a really cool meta-skill, even though it was given by Milf. And yes, you can pump it up to rank 4, and it's going to be extremely useful there. The tokens are good too, including the reusable summoning book replenishment. Auto-divine sending eros-dreams, yes, not much use, but he can really cover even Sivila, just by looking at her portrait again. Creating an Amazon Warrior... heh, if he had change ignore built in, Stepan would be guaranteed to pump Sylvia. For now, he's just thinking about it, but it's not certain he'll decide.

But to hell with Stepan and his tokens. Let's talk about Miss Florist, the flower collector, who also received her gifts from the bounty of the system and autodivine. Two or three characteristics (Spirit and Sensitivity or even two Spirits and Sensitivity, I haven't decided yet), two cool contracts to choose from, just a free cool contract, a separate branch of talents in the emphasis of pumping and ... a very useful and necessary /s token.

Oh, if you read her Status at the end of the chapter, it will become clear why she got into such a mess and why the situation turned out the way it did. But I can guarantee on the rights of the author that if she had decided not to crawl after that flower, then the snake would have sat in the bushes until she left, not waiting for the return of MC. And it turned out as it turned out and if not for a very suitable contract given to MC a few hours before.... at least MC would have been in the jungle for a while.

Who would do that? Who here dares to disturb the Giver of Gifts of her game? Who sticks his golden sandals in someone else's garden? Well, someone interfered with the breast augmentation process of one of certain elf mentors before, yes. :)

A little more about the dreams. They turned out noticeably longer this time, the second set of them, but it pays off in that there are two of them. Actual interludes about how successful and professional the hero is at not attracting any attention. Another non-interlude tells us how things might have been if one sly-assed herbalist had behaved a little differently, more humanly. A kind of epitaph on a possible plot twist, yes.

The dual piece of the white lord's adventures among black seductresses is an echo of my mistake. Initially, I counted the dice a little wrongly and the heroes were thrown out into the savannahs, just close to the tribe described in the dreams. In that variant, MC had a noticeably harder time and had to reinforce himself with a meta-skill, temporarily losing his powers. Singha also overstretched herself to the point where she became almost useless. I started to roll the dice further and build a plot with a lot of hentai, but after recalculating, I realized I was wrong again.

The remaining unused pieces of text with alternative events became the basis of the dream, from which I removed Singha. Good thing she was there a minimum and it is with her hentai has not yet had time to write, only treatment.

Returning home, swearing an oath and, of course, the guilty head of a horse's horse, which felt very unpleasant and generally broken. She had betrayed him, even if not willingly. That's why she killed, well, as she thinks, but MC has a quest, in such a rage poor snake-hunter that she was so set up and let her down. I've described the shaman's thoughts in the non-interlude, so I won't write much here. She really thought that she deserved any punishment, even if it was death. That's why she asked her kind not to hurt her. But at the same time, she still hoped for a pardon and just a VERY HUGE debt in addition to the existing one. She had time to learn about the hero and practiced spiritual connection with him, it helps to understand a little even so diametrically opposite thinking person.

Who was demonically good in this chapter? Who rolled the dice as if they were conjured by her? Who successfully conducted the first and, it seems, the second tact of processing a very well-pumped shaman-master? Who is preparing to entangle him more and more tightly in her webs?

Tell me, what's her name?

Ahem. To make a long story short and without many spoilers, the hero didn't roll on defense or attentiveness, though it was close a couple of times. He also didn't have enough time, if he had waited a little longer and decided to sort himself out first, to try to check his aura, he could have dropped the first compulsion. But Dr. Oglafson knew her business and her suggestion worked. And since her puppet every night checked the place where the hero led his feet, it came out what came out.

Having spoilered a bit, it's almost guaranteed that they'll get to the fight, just probably not right away. If not the next chapter, the backbone had to be rolled in advance, and the next one after that.

Oh, there's a lot more I'd like to say, but I'm too exhausted, and the dice comment has already grown more than planned. Thank you all for your attention, thank you to Brinar for his awesome world and equally awesome update, and thank to the birds for waking me up an hour early in the morning and not letting me sleep properly.

Don't get sick.

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