Gaselirot: beginning

It was an ordinary, cool autumn day, yellow leaves circling in the wind in a dance of lights from passing cars. City noises that filled the street and the ears of those passers-by who walked by on their business, created a musical melody that was painfully familiar to city dwellers ...

In one of the many high-rise buildings, right in a small window, which no one would have paid attention to, even if this someone was carefully looking for any little things, our main character was sitting at his computer. This is an ordinary-looking boy, unattractive, brown eyes, skinny, white skin, long black hair, a simple and modern teenager Ivan Legov, he is a hikikomori. His life did not stand out and was boring: He went shopping from time to time to get food, water and buy something for his computer.

Today has come another day of his regular shopping trip. A numb finger pressed the computer shutdown button, Ivan got up from the table and went to his meager wardrobe, took out his jacket and hastily put it on. The door from the apartment opened and a teenager already known to us came out. Walking down the corridor and entering the elevator, he looked at his clothes, nothing special rushed into his glass eyes, the elevator stopped and opened the doors. Ivan went outside, a cool wind hit his face, the lights of this boring city seemed to be shooting in the distance, flickered and seemed to play their own play ...

The streets are crowded with people, each of whom was in a hurry, someone spoke on the phone, someone ran, but our character did not care, he did not think about others, he thinks about himself and his problems. On the machine, he got to what he wanted to get to, the store sparkled with its yellow sign, glass doors opened in front of Ivan and he, entering as if into his house, wandered past the counters and shop windows, looking at everything in a row, he went to the grocery department, not as much out of desire for something as out of necessity.

Having purchased the products he needed, he ran into the gaming novelties department, taking a couple of disks with the games he liked, he went to the cashier and paid for the order. Now, already walking home at full speed and trying not to crash into anyone, he found himself at the door already familiar to him, the door to the building in which his apartment was located, his house, his fortress, in which he could hide from this noisy city and cold wind. Out of habit, he got to his floor and opened the doors to his apartment.

Throwing off his outerwear and closing the door, he plopped down on the bed, as if a doll that had been thrown on the floor by a crying child, sprawling on it, our character thought about everything that he had done before and what it had led to, literally burying his dignity ... But quickly collecting his thoughts, he got up and prepared himself to eat, still thinking on an empty stomach is not a particularly attractive idea. Having eaten a warmed-up burger and washed down with hot tea, pleasantly warming his frozen throat, he sat down at the computer again.

Launch button, power on, luminous screen and he is in his familiar environment, in the game. Ivan was very fond of fantasy games, did not miss a single event without attention, of course he was not the best of the best, rather just an average player with a mania for paid things, but this did not almost upset him, he played for pleasure and did not try to something to prove to someone and just enjoyed the game. Spawn, city, streets, merchants' shops, items on the shelves, all this breathed life into his corpse-like body. He appeared in the town of the times of knights and three kingdoms, but only with some peculiarities, this is a multitude of races and magic, here in some nook there is a shop with staffs for sale: some with frosty magic, others with fire, there is even acid.

Walking through the streets filled with players and NPCs, he moved towards his goal - the guild building ... Suddenly, a sharp and loud knock cut the pleasant and awe-inspiring silence in the room. Knock, knock, knock, knock ... Realizing that these sounds were not from the game, Ivan shook his unkempt hair and stood near the door. Sliding the peephole shutter to the side, he looked into it. "Nobody" - echoed in his thoughts.

He opened the door and looked around. No one was there, and not even a hint of any living soul was present. He was about to close the door and return to his favorite atmosphere, when he suddenly noticed some thing below, on the floor. Bending down and picking up this vague object and realizing that it was a homemade envelope, picking it up, closed the door, * pop * Ivan sat down at the table, his hands shaking slightly opened this envelope and took out the contents. To his misunderstanding, there was no name and address of the sender on the envelope. There was a small USB stick inside.

Ivan, if he had not been tired, would have probably been on guard and first went to check the USB flash drive for viruses, but he was not in that state. Having inserted the flash drive with a slight movement of his hand, he began to read the window that appeared on the monitor screen: "Do you want to plunge into the world of interesting adventures and funny friends? The world of dangerous monsters and evil bandits?

Do you want to become a hero or a blacksmith in a new fantasy world completely unfamiliar to you before the village, without any boundaries and regulations? Join our new world of Gazelirot! " It is clear, another fantasy from some kind of developers, I suppose the new ones and therefore did not leave the address and name, they were afraid to embarrass themselves with this" new world ", they will probably have to send a review to some of their left mail then about the beta test ... "

His hand reached out to the mouse and pressed the accept button. Opening his eyes, Ivan could not believe what he saw, he was in the middle of a field. Endless fields stretched around for miles and kilometers. Green grass swayed in the wind, and the sun shone in my eyes. It was definitely a different world, nothing could turn that atmosphere of their polluted world. Due to the frequent factories and mountains of garbage, the atmosphere of the earth gradually changed and the air was no longer clean anywhere, people often wore masks so as not to get a dose of poisoning and the like, the grass on the ground never grew green again, and even so vast the meadows he saw only in pictures.

It was definitely not true. No matter how much he fought in thought over this, he could not come up with a logical explanation for this, he got lost in his thoughts and disappeared without a trace, dissolved in his consciousness. And suddenly something knocked him out of this semantic coma. He turned to the sound and noticed the smoke "maybe someone lit a fire, so there are people there!" It sounded in his head and in the last barely perceptible clue he wanted to find the truth, he wanted to ask people about where he was and how he got here, he wanted to know the truth.

Maybe he got drunk as usual and ended up in the world of his fantasies ... Having come running to a huge bush, he parted the branches, it was too big and many of the same stretched along, it would have been a long time to go around them. From behind the bushes, a terrible picture opened up to him, burning wooden houses, corpses on the roads and blood. His consciousness did not want to accept what he saw, his stomach turned inside out, he could not contain this horror and cried out. What was there, in the midst of houses, stirred. He noticed someone coming out from behind the building and heading towards him.

Catching his breath, he peered at the figure. Leather armor and iron shoulders, a belt running along the body had fasteners with daggers in them, heavy boots with iron inserts on their feet were covered in blood. Not! All his uniforms were covered in blood! the figure was holding a long sword, and in combat mode, the eyes of the stranger literally bored into Ivan. The figure was wearing a helmet and he didn't quite make out his faces. The figure stopped, she obviously tried to make out the enemy. The eyes of this stranger widened and stared at Ivan's head, it seemed he had turned gray.

This knight shouted sharply: "Hey you! Come out, quick!" Ivan shuddered and realizing that this was being addressed to him, he straightened up sharply and walked out from behind the bushes. The knight turned pale, a formidable, but at the same time, some trembling cry was heard: "Your mother! Who the hell are you!" Ivan stood in a stupor. He just now saw the corpses on the ground. These were short humanoid creatures, it seemed he had read about them in fairy tales. "Exactly, dwarfs! hobbits!" And then his mind shuddered, they do not exist ... "Ivan swallowed and looked at the knight, he shuddered and then Ivan took a closer look. The knight's skin was greenish and veins protruded from it.

It was a turning point in Ivan's life, after which his fate changed a lot.