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Heart of Storm

An orphan islander, who nearly became a victim of mindless witch hunting, gets a rare opportunity to enroll in the Academy, the bastion of human knowledge. Krito will find himself unwittingly become a central piece in the obscure plots that waited for the necessary push in all those countless years. Will Krito and his new friends survive through the upcoming storm or succumb to it? And what’s the deal with the so-called summoners, dragons, demons, necromancy and various alien abominations? Only one way to find out. TL note: This is probably the first fantasy novel that I've read, and it is in Russian language lol. Probably more than ten years past the last time I opened this book. The naming is a bit weird in this novel, like a mix of medieval German, Nordic, Japanese, Tolkienesque, and vaguely Russian, but the story is very creative and the arc endings absolutely bust a fat nutt. If you want to read in the original language, you can search for "Сердце Бури" in conjunction with the author's name "Петр Николаевич Науменко". P.S. If you find some inconsistencies, or feel like the story is jumping in some places, please let me know where. Thank you!

Shallowman · Fantasy

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314 Chs

2nd volume prologue

The morning sun seeped through the window, and the peaceful chirping of birds lulled our hero. It was a beautiful Saturday, and as always, he wanted to sleep in for as long as possible. To be precise, it was no longer quite morning, as the clock's hand had recently passed noon, but Krito wasn't particularly concerned about that. He planned to sleep for another hour and then head to the scheduled meeting with the somewhat quarrelsome Guild Master, whom he had joined yesterday. However, someone had a different opinion on the matter.

Krito almost jumped to the ceiling when the window frame shattered with a crack, leaving an impressively sized hole in the opposite wall. Gathering his courage, the young man cautiously approached the breach, which was once a window, and peered outside, expecting to see anything from an army of dragons. Instead, there stood a beautiful girl in a golden uniform with hair of the same color, her fists resting on her hips, and sparks seemed ready to fly from her eyes.

"Tsk, I'd rather it were dragons," Krito muttered quietly.

"How much longer do you intend to doze off!?" the girl scolded sternly, causing her face to take on a rather comical expression.

"But it's still early..." Krito tried to justify himself, doing his best to suppress a smile.

"It's already noon, and today we were supposed to gear up for the guild," Katrina was adamant. "Besides, we need to choose a building for our base." Her voice trembled slightly on the last phrase, but the sleepy youth didn't pay attention to it.

"Well, for me, it's still morning."

"You're my subordinate now, which means you'll wake up according to my schedule, or you'll turn into a handful of smoldering ashes faster than you can yawn!"

"Well, if you were human, let me sleep a little longer."

"Hmm, you want to sleep a little longer, huh?" With these words, several electric sparks crackled in Katrina's hand.

"Okay, okay, I got it. I'm getting up," Krito sighed in resignation.

The peaceful days were over. In Katrina's view, the Deputy GM was somewhat like a personal slave, and her word was an order that couldn't be discussed.

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