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Attention!

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:19

A fellow Game player sends you a return Gift!

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:26

Token received: “Dairy Milks” (8)! Message for the recipient: “a tangible piece of paper with a letter”.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 14:08

The shaman didn't immediately realize what the fuck had happened. In his defense, such bullshit happened for the first time, and at the moment of fatigue and relaxation after a strong nervous tension. But only after watching the sheet of expensive paper falling leisurely on the table in front of his chair, and after evaluating the name of the token and the remark about the responsibility of the gift, he understood. Or even UNDERSTOOD. He looks at the piece of paper, even without the envelope, turns his gaze back to himself, perceiving the text-image of the message, and recalls his thoughts that he is not alone in his isekai. He recalls everything he knows about his namesake and the class he has unambiguously chosen as his main one, having pumped up that class quite a bit.

Camrad_RIP 10.04.25 в 10:39

With a half-suffocated squeak, the shaman leaps backward, pushing and dropping the chair, tumbling over his head and calling on the spirits for help. They shelter him with an air filter, cover him from possible curses, cover and freeze the emotive parts of his aura, and fumigate his thinking with multiple mental shields. They cover the table with the letter with a solid dome, seal it with additional restrictions, the witchcraft comes off their fingers, exhaling with the air from their lungs, almost sealing a spatial pocket, creating on bare fright and in a matter of seconds. The vampiresses burst into the room, ready for battle, with Rowena covered in soapy foam, Jasper's dress pulled up and not down, and Sylvia's face full of love juices.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 14:14

They all look at the dark gray sphere, through which they can see only the outline of the table, and the white rectangle lies on it, the very edge of one of the corners having moved to the border of the table. A few minutes pass, during which the shaman feverishly checks himself and his thoughts, then rechecks and verifies the rechecked. Strengthening of the defense also comes to the level that the whole city would be alarmed about the fact that in this house, they make magick as if they were going to storm the palace. The shaman swallowed down his throat, his throat dry, and could only utter a very quiet, rattling, and heartfelt voice:

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 14:18

"Fuck..."

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:26

* * *

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:26

He moved the letter to the place of his power together with the table, and took all the bloodsuckers with him, amplified them through puppets, and constantly monitored their condition. Then came the more complicated preparations, accompanied by a lot of reassurances. The shaman knew perfectly well how to brainwash insidious and imperceptible influences through any defense, using, for example, a cursed or otherwise processed letter. And he also realized that Stepan the Other, with his advance in time, with his cooler class and the scum of a regular on hentai sites, still knew the subject without jokes and exaggerations much better than he did. Of course, there was still hope for a system that didn't allow sending something dangerous or malicious in this way, otherwise, players would only fight each other like this. But who knows what kind of meta-skills and tokens the fatty has? And he was also the real Chosen One of his Milf Goddess. She could play along with him, and Stepan was not at all drawn to check the degree of perversity of his earthly neighbor's tastes and humor.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 14:41

The poison spirits checked the letter, even the air around it, checked the ink and the paper, checked for complex compounds that worked only in contact with something else, not on their own. They checked, but found only complete sterility, as if the paper had been completely clean, even of bacteria, right up to the moment it arrived on his desk. There was not even a trace of any bodily fluid, nothing at all to support an ethereal search as performed by the informant. It was as if the paper and ink had not existed, but had been born out of the void the moment Stepan received the letter. The curse check also revealed that the paper wasn't just ordinary and non-magical, it was completely a-magical. Not in the sense that it had antimagic properties, no, just that the auric reflection, as well as the spiritual reflection, of this paper and ink was almost nil - not a single trace, not a single glimmer of a single feature. It made the note look as if it had been created from scratch, as if it were a store product from the system, or if it had been cleaned of all the imprints by force when it was transferred through the token.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:02

He checked the token, too, finding it typically Milfy, habitually ignoring the possibility of enhancing his own characteristics, but thinking about enhancing those of his dolls. Enforced lactation, breast enlargement, increased sensitivity and complete normalization of sucking on a victim's tit, making any passing handsome individual of either sex happy for that victim to help ease the heaviness in her milkdolls. And an increase in the unit of characteristic, or even two, if all the time of the token work one “mommy” will suck only one “baby”. In general, nothing unusual or surprising, he is already accustomed to much crazier things.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:04

After searching for curses, poisons, tracking weaves, psychic beacons, and other bullshit, and the absence of any suspicious elements, the note itself began to be analyzed. The spirits-readers read-accepted it, and then the shaman blocked feedback from the spirits and checked their state for some cognitive memetic crap. Silence was his answer. Then he ordered the spirits to pass images of letters and lines to their fellow siblings, and those passed on to the next in the chain. Not the most popular entities to summon, but not particularly problematic, and he bought all the reagents from the system without pity, not saving an iota. At the end of the chain, the last spirit worked - a strong one, on the verge of senior, whose peculiarity was almost total ignorance of any form of cognitive threats, he simply ignored them by virtue of the fact that he did not think at all, only reacted to stimuli and obeyed a branched network of instinctive reflexes.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:07

Now he was already manifesting the letters, but he was changing their shape, handwriting, and generally giving them out in printed form rather than their original form. If there was a visual trap there, along the lines of what Jasper could now do with his nipples, then the structure of the trap was hopelessly corrupted. By the way, the font of the record, which appeared on a piece of stone, summoned by the spirits directly into the underground shelter from somewhere outside the city, and then leveled into a smooth and flat slab, resembled good old Comic Sans to my heart's content. The manifested text was mirrored several times, redistributed and stretched, into separate lines, each one a paragraph, and only the realization that translation through spirits into some other language might make the text unreadable or lose some of its meaning, kept the shaman from this reinsurance as well. There was no Google that could translate the note, anyway.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:08

Inhaling as if before a dive, the shaman pulled the stove closer and, looking through a few store-bought glasses, each of which was also a good filter for mental illusions that affected consciousness, like all sorts of hypnotic spirals and other crap, began to read what he had been sent. He did not read through his own eyes, of course, but through Sylvia's eyes, on which he had put the filter-glasses, while he himself monitored her condition through the doll. He did not intend to take risks even in small things; he was even panic-stricken, so he not only listened to paranoia, but almost fed it. The letter turned out to be written in quite understandable Confederate, quite impersonal, and literate at the level of academicism in the performance of a professor of philology.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:10

\\"Accept my deepest admiration, honorable Sivila!

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:10

Once again, you have surprised me! I never thought that you would be able to save this miserable wretch, who does not deserve the Soul Tablet, which was given to him by the stupid whim of the Greatest! But I daresay his salvation is not so much yours as the merit of the gift he has received. Something that allows him to be guaranteed to ward off any blow, but only one? Or something that can heal any wound, but also just one? Truly, the gifts of the Greatest are incredible! There are so many who covet them, don't I know it? After all, I was one of them.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:12

And I believe that a lot of people will be interested to know where I actually got my power from. Or should I say, from WHO? Even more interesting, I suppose, is where he is now, don't you think, honorable Sivila?

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:13

P.S. You shouldn't have broken our pact and interfered with me in Iyastar.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:13

P.P.S. Keep a better eye on that boy, since the Greatest are giving him SUCH gifts, pretty soon he might start tugging on your nipples.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:14

Sincerely your Master!"\\\

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:15

What.

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:26

The fuck.

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:26

Is.

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:26

This?

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:27

"Sivila... that's the name of the Queen of the Forest, toy of mine." Sylvia stretched out in puzzlement, rubbing her eyebrow, which was about to twitch from the tension of her thoughts. "Why would someone you fear so much send you a letter in her name? And why does it refer to events you had nothing to do with? Are you?"

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:16

Stepan didn't answer, just turned off the bloodsucker, being in a very strange state of relief, tension, and just bewilderment at the same time. He knew Stepan, his namesake, very well; they had lived on the same landing all their childhood, and then, when the shaman had rented an apartment, Stepan had rented the apartment next door, both of them on the same day and quite by accident. He talked to him often, arguing about how mobile wank games were despicable in comparison to PC gameplay, figuring out whether or not Friren was worthy of being the number one waifu, and just knowing his comrade. And he could bet his remaining comp on earth that it wasn't Stepan the Second who wrote that letter at all! He speaks wrong, writes wrong, communicates wrong, behaves wrong, not at all!

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:19

A letter to the elf queen, who was accused of breaking some fucking agreement that resulted in what became a world-wide publicity stunt in Iyastar, a letter about some boy with the gift of the Greatest, who should have been dead but survived.... since he sent him a Token. And the Token was not sent to him by that boy, if he had survived, but by another boy who also possessed the Soul Tablet. A system that Master has, the very type that the whole world is looking for and can't find, or sincerely believes was destroyed in the epic Dungeon massacre, about which there are more rumors than facts, even for Sylvia's informants. A System that this asshole calls the Tablet in the local parlance. A System that is also possessed by the very boy who miraculously survived a certain stroke, being under the wing of the Forest and the protection of its Queen.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:41

"No... No no no no no! Hell, NO!" He convinces himself, but he doesn't believe in his beliefs one bit. "Fucking hell."

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:23

Stepan began to be flooded with several realizations of the mistakes he had unwittingly made during his analysis of the situation.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:24

First: the one whom everyone calls Master is not really Stepan and, most likely, not an Earthman at all.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:21

Two: the system bearers in this world were not two, but three, and, come to think of it, there could still be three of them left.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:21

Third: Did his namesake, the lucky bastard, isekaied not in some dense forest and dusty hut, but straight into Queen Sivila's private boudoir?

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:22

Two conclusions.

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:27

One question.

Camrad_RIP 05.04.25 в 16:27

And over the whole trio, the shaman will need to think hard.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:20

Think very, very hard about it.

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 15:20

STEPAN THE "NORMAL" STATUS AT THE END OF CHAPTER TWENTY (modified for ease of understanding):

Name: Stepan

Level: 30

Class: Senior Shaman

Specialization: Spirit Master

Subclass: Enchanter

Characteristics: (free: 0)

Talents (free): 2 (to distribution in minor knowledge of the contract subtype: 1/to investment in one branch of knowledge: 5)

Constitution: 3

Sensitivity: 14

Power: 10

Control: 7

Source: 7

Spirit: 18

Resistance: 5

Camrad_RIP 23.04.25 в 14:31

Knowledge asquired (shamanism: foundation): advanced masterful practice of call; advanced masterful practice of utilizing spiritual-witchcraft dialog with the universe; advanced masterful techniques of casting shamanic charms (GIFT); advanced basic techniques of dream inducement and correction (GIFT); advanced practice of combat calls; advanced methods of fast calls; master practice of spiritual operation; advanced basics of spiritual bargaining and contractual agreements with otherworldly entities; advanced practice of remote control of spiritual entities; developed work with totems; advanced basic techniques of building defensive arrays; advanced developed methods of spiritual wandering; developed skills of spiritual conflict outside the physical body; advanced master techniques of suggestive influences on the basis of shamanism (GIFT); developed methods of controlled spiritual indwelling; developed practices of spiritual-cognitive confrontation; basic methods of working with memory on the basis of shamanism; advanced developed practices of harmonization of spiritual-auric conflicts.

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:05

Knowledge Acquired (shamanism: healing): advanced work with healing spirits; advanced techniques for countering curses; advanced basic techniques for healing aura and spiritual bodies based on wild magic; basic techniques for healing aura and spiritual bodies from damage by planar energies

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:06

Absorbed knowledge (witchcraft): advanced basic techniques of tantric practices; advanced developed techniques of territorial influences; advanced basic techniques of interaction with magical sources; advanced developed techniques of changing energy currents; advanced developed techniques of casting witchcraft spells; advanced developed techniques of suggestive influences based on witchcraft; basic basics of witchcraft beneficence

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:08

Knowledge Acquired (Envolt): advanced mastery of puppet-envolt magical practice; advanced basic techniques for achieving sympathetic resonance; advanced basic techniques for modifying an active envolt

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:09

Knowledge Acquired (skills and tricks): spoken and written: Free Cities, academic Neirat, Island Kingdom; wilderness hermit; mastery of elite martial caller; elementary techniques of teaching magical sciences; skillful methods of agency work; techniques of eliminating protected targets; elite mastery of mental-sensory processing of protected targets; techniques of mental-sensory defense as part of agency training; masterful opposition to demonic influence

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:17

Minor Knowledge (contracts with strong spirits): Eater of Diseases; Cheesh'sh'shuya; Jolly Milker; Sneaking Glow; Three Little Pigs; Leaves in Motion; Urkaguarri; Embrace-with-Amber-in-Last-Farewell; Turquoise Left and Aquamarine Right

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:23

Minor Knowledge (contracts with elder spirits): Sleepwalker (GIFT); The Shroud of Touch and the Creator of Decisions (GIFT); Joy of the Waves; Vishpli-Schwalstprachtmatt; Memory Eater; He Who Hides Himself in the Rocks and Opens the Doors; The Smooth of Slipping Evil; The Peace of the Serenity Keeper; Standing with a Dagger at Your Back; Silent White; Thu'Zi'Kh.

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:32

Minor Knowledge (contracts with higher spirits): The Spike-Piercing- Here-and-There; contract with Locking Secrets; Little White Goat.

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:34

Minor Knowledge (active shamanism): defense by distortion of the anteroom of the spheres; exile from reality

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:35

Minor Knowledge (witchcraft): curse of the locking of the paths; blessing of union with the subtle world; manifestation of the right of kinship and ashes

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:36

Minor Knowledge (envolt): envolt twin energy mantle

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:37

Obtained properties (complex): toughness of spirit; resilience of subtle bodies; spiritual shroud of higher auric concealment (GIFT); deep transformation of the spiritual body; a tantric spiritual hearth; patchwork spiritual echo (GIFT); the multiplicity of spiritual awareness; small spiritual and energetic protection; the regeneration of subtle bodies; strengthened auric nodes; stable stability of the source's absorption properties; tendency towards cognitive restoration; smooth and extra-sensory omnipresence of spiritual influence (GIFT); balance of delimitation of spiritual-energetic symbiosis; freedom of distances and wills

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:43

Obtained properties (marks of Spheres): the small mark of spiritual spheres: mark of fallen leaves and black roots; trust of creators of passions and weavers of feelings (GIFT); the mark of free winds and whispering blows; the mark of quiet pools and deep waters; the recognition of the keepers of doors and those who pave the way

Camrad_RIP 16.05.25 в 07:45