Chapter 2 - Exit

- "By the way, the time of the first assignment." -

- "What?" -

Mission "Escape" received!

Purpose: To leave the place of detention.

Reward: Modifier - "Polyglot - [Lv - 1]"

- "What does the modifier give?" -

- "Something related to languages." - O'Dim gave out with a clever look

The chubby exhaled heavily, putting his hand to his face.

Satisfied with the reaction of the user of the system, Gunther said - "I already told you how to learn more about modifiers." -

The fat man shook his head and, focusing on the modifier from the assignment, tried to mentally touch it.

Polyglot - [Lv - 1] - Learning different languages is easier for you. (Upon receipt of the modifier, three languages are immediately given to choose from, which will be loaded into the user's mind. Attention, the languages loaded into your mind will be at the same level of development as your main language)

- "As you already noticed, people here speak a variety of languages, I think the modifier will help you." -

- "Thank you." - sincerely thanked the chubby - "Now the matter is small, you need to somehow get out of here ..." -

* BOOM *

The door leading to the room with the prisoners was abruptly knocked out with a kick, and six people in camouflage with machine guns in their hands promptly entered.

The prisoners froze and fell silent.

The men quickly scanned the room and, not seeing armed opponents, went further past the cages into the next compartment.

Realizing that they were not going to kill them, the prisoners, as one, began to shout about salvation in a variety of languages ​​and dialects.

The men moved slowly along the corridor, ignoring the prisoners. Although if you look closely, you will notice that all these screams angered and unnerved them.

- "Wait a minute." - the fat man narrowed his eyes, looking at the armed men - "They look ... well ... as if your friend's neighbor is Uncle Vasya or Boris, the father of any Dima ... They may have wiped my memory, but I feel that their appearance is close to me ..." -

While the chubby examined them, they almost came to his cage.

- "Well, yes, it all fits. Steppe camouflage is painfully familiar and shortened Kalash ... And a piece of vest that one can see on the collar, as it were, hints that they must understand my Russian for sure ... "-

The men slowly moved along the corridor and suddenly one of them was grabbed by the hand of a prisoner. He apparently got too nervous and forgot that the men had guns in their hands.

The man, who was grabbed by the prisoner's hand, did not react in any way, except that he swiftly grabbed the pistol from the holster with his free hand and aimed it at the prisoner's head.

A shot rang out next. The prisoner's head was thrown back, and the floor behind was stained with blood, brains, and skull fragments.

Chubby closed his eyes during the shot and did not see the execution. Opening his eyes, he already saw a dead man in a pool of blood, but this did not penetrate him, and he only experienced a little disgust but began to get a little nervous.

The fat man expected panicky screams, but on the contrary, silence formed in the room. All the prisoners, covering their mouths and bulging their eyes, looked at the dead man, not daring to bawl.

The militants began to move forward again, but suddenly they were stopped by a slightly nervous voice - Uh, guys, do you happen to have a key to the cage? -

The group stopped abruptly and turned slightly in shock towards the voice.

The chubby became more nervous, under the gaze of these armed gentlemen. "No, well, if you don't have a key, then don't ... And even if you do, I don't ask too much ... I'd better shut up." -

One of the militants, who had blue eyes and medium-length black hair, said in a language understandable for a fat man - It is extremely rare for our compatriots to come to this part of the world ... Nick, open it. Do you have the keys? -

- Are you sure? - a man of forty years with light brown short hair frowned slightly - The captain will be ... -

- I take responsibility for myself. - He looked around his comrades and added - And just do not say that you yourself are against and are ready to leave him here. -

- Okay, but let him sit here for a while so that he doesn't get in the way, and then, when we leave, we'll take it. -

- Okay. Something I did not think about it. -

- It happens. - Shrugged the fair-haired man and turning to face the chubby, said - Heard? Sit quietly and wait. We'll be back when we're done. -

The fat man quickly, several times, nodded

- Oh, teachable. It's good, you'll live longer. - the little man smiled, in which his comrades supported him

Soon the men went further along the corridor, leaving the reincarnated in a cage, and judging by the shots and screams, they found what they were looking for.

The fat man, meanwhile, exhaling, sat down against the wall and tried to calm down.

O'Dim looked at all this shaking his head - "What's all this, boy?" -

- "What?" - did not understand that

- "Why be so nervous?" -

- "Are you kidding?" The plump man asked with a little surprise, but from the lean face of Gunther immediately realized that the answer was negative - "I was in captivity, in front of me, literally, they blew out the brains of some peasant, and you say, why am I so nervous ?! In general, I am amazed that I was able to open my mouth and ask those militants to open the cage for me! " -

O'Dim tilted his head to the side and made an innocent face - "But this is stupid. You survived death were reborn and almost devoured by wild dogs, and in the end, you signed a treaty with me. You got the system and literally got emotional, personal and mental immortality ... And at the same time you are so worried about such a trifle as the knocked out brains of some idiot whom you do not even know ... "-

The fat man began to intensively rub his face - "Oh my God, what are you talking about ... Stop ..." - suddenly he froze and removed his hands from his face, slightly shocked, asked - "What are you? Do you speak my teeth? " -

Gunther grinned charmingly - "Well, you have calmed down more or less." -

The fat man was somewhat annoyed by this grin, but decided to just ignore - "You said that I was reborn?" -

- "Yes." -

"But doesn't that mean I had to die for this?" -

"You died. Then that super-being brought you into my world. " -

- "Oh ... How did I manage to die? I don't remember anything ... I remember that after a sleepless night at the computer, I went to bed in the morning ... and woke up in a dark forest ... "-

"I can't say exactly how you died, but I can confidently say that you died from poisoning or, one might say suffocation. Most likely your house or something in it caught fire, and you simply suffocated. " -

- "Where does this assumption come from?" -

- "You yourself may not remember this, but your body does." -

The chubby shook his head - "I didn't wake up in the fire?" -

- "It's not for me to remind you how soundly you sleep, but before that, you didn't close your eyes for almost a day." -

- "And that's true." - exhaling, the guy nodded - "Granny always said that you can't wake me up from a cannon ..." -

As soon as the chubby finished it off, he became quiet and withdrew into himself.

O'Dim, however, did not let that go too deeply into himself - "The fact that they died will even play into your hands. You can focus on exploring this world and adventures, and not on silly thoughts about family and home ... "-

- "Gunther. Be quiet. " The chubby said mentally, sharply, and firmly, which was quite rude. Despite the fact that he cannot remember faces and even images, the pain inside did not diminish.

Usually, Gunther does not forgive such insolence, but the charming smile on the glass man's face indicated that he was not a bit offended.

Sighing, the fat man said - Status. -

System of Evil

Characteristics:

Strength - [7]

140 ↑

Agility - [9]

180 ↑

Vitality - [4]

80 ↑

Perception - [13]

↑ 260

Reason - [12]

↑ 240

Will - [8]

160 ↑

Libido - [1]

20 ↑

Evil Points - [0]

Tasks:

"The escape"

Purpose: To leave the place of detention.

Reward: Modifier "Polyglot" - [Lv - 1]

Modifiers:

Resolute Mind - [Lvl - MAX]

Devil's Body - [Lvl - MAX]

Calling up the system window, the chubby stared at him and began to think hard about something - "Vitality four ... I've always had big health problems, no wonder ... Perception thirteen ... strange ... I definitely have vision problems. Where does such a high rating come from? " -

- "Are you asking me or are you chatting with yourself?" -

- "What do you think?" -

Silence…

A minute later ...

- "Yes, I ask you, you." - the chubby twitched an eyebrow in irritation

O'Dim grinned - "The answer is survivability." -

- "Now are you going to speak in riddles?" -

- "I won't explain everything to you." The glass man shrugged. "Use your head." -

- "Here is a shit." - thought the chubby and shook his head

- "I hear everything, my dear partner ~ er." - Gunther sang enchantingly

- "Infection ..." - the guy moaned sadly - "Now I can't be completely alone, or what?" -

- "As it is." O'Dim shrugged. "I think this is a small price to pay for immortality and the system." -

- "Yeah. Eternity without the opportunity to be alone with your thoughts ... for me, it is quite a big price. " -

- "Don't whine, better deal with the system." -

- "Ha ~ aaa ..." - the guy slowly let out the air - "Vitality ... vitality, vision problems, but a good indicator of perception ... Vitality is responsible for health ... low vitality, equal to low health, which leads to vision problems ... Are you saying that my vision is not the best, the result of an illness? " -

O'Dim clapped his hands - "You're smart." -

- "Silly flattery ... That was the first thing that came to my mind. Why didn't the perception parameter go down due to low survivability? " -

- "And who said that he was not demoted?" - bowed his head O'Dim

"But ... Are you saying I have thirteen units of perception with ... with a debuff?" -

- "Yeah. You have pretty good hearing and reaction speed thanks to your nightly nerdiness in shooters. " -

- "... it's so strange to hear such slang words from you ..." -

- "I'm trying to make myself as clear as possible for you." - Mr. Mirror shrugged his shoulders - "I could appreciate my efforts." -

- "So my system parameters can be influenced by diseases ... And I thought the Devil's Body does not allow my characteristics to fall." -

- "The modifier prevents your characteristics from degrading over time and does not protect against debuffs. It just means that you do not need to train forever to maintain any parameter. " -

- "Does this mean that I am not getting old?" -

Gunther grinned. "No. You are still getting old and dying of old age. You are still starving and dying without food. You are still dying of thirst without water. " - he shrugged his shoulders and continued - "Although the characteristics also fall from dehydration and starvation, it all already depends on the vitality parameter." -

- "I see." - the fat man exhaled and shook his head - "Well, at least in old age I won't suffer from my back, and that's good ..." - suddenly he narrowed his eyes with a small smile - "Hmm ... With the characteristics pumped over my whole life, in old age, I will be the toughest grandfather in the area. " -

O'Dim shrugged. "There is something good everywhere." -

- "Yeah ... So my characteristics are interconnected?" -

"Yes, that's logical, right? No matter how agile you are, at one moment, without the proper muscle strength, you will completely stop developing your speed and vice versa, no matter how strong your legs are, what is the point if you cannot show the full potential of this force? " -

- "It is logical." - the chubby nodded

- "I'm glad you appreciated it." -

- "But it's difficult ..." -

- "This is not to relax." - smiled O'Dim with a sparkle in his eyes

The Reborn shook his head - "This complicates everything ... If there is no point in investing in only one parameter, then you will have to maintain all the traits at the proper level, which leads to a slowdown in development and an increased value of Evil Points." -

There was a slight smile on Gunther's face

The guy rolled his eyes - "You deliberately reduce everything to the Points of Evil, inciting me in this way to do terrible things." -

"I don't make you go kill, rob and rape. I'm just showing two ways ... "- the glass man said innocently, putting his hand on his chest -" The first way is difficult, you will have to work hard to raise only one line by one. The second way provides for a fun time, during which the system will shower you with Evil Points. " -

- "Yeah. I can already imagine this fun. " -

- "Somehow, you just haven't tried it." - Gunter threw up his hands - "I do not force you to follow the second, easier way, although I do not hide the fact that I would be glad if you did it. It can even be compared to any online game ... "-

The fat man chuckled - "What?" -

- "You are like an ordinary character in an online game, where through efforts you can become stronger, develop, improve. And the Points of Evil are ... one might say, an in-game microtransaction. You are free to use this service or not. " -

The fat man smiled and shook his head. "I always guessed that some fucking demon invented the in-game microtransaction." -

Suddenly footsteps were heard, and a few seconds later those six men showed up. Only one of them was shot in the shoulder. More precisely, they shot the same 'Nick', who had the keys and who offered to leave the fat man temporarily behind bars.

- Oh, you're still here. - said the blue-eyed with a smile

- Where can I go? -

- Indeed. - he chuckled and opened the door - Come out. -

The chubby quickly went to the exit, but at the very door he was stopped by a pistol pointed by a blue-eyed gentleman - And just without stupidity, truncated? We will not clatter, the slightest hint of a threat from your side, and we make an additional hole in your body. It's clear? -

- Clear. - quickly answered the fat man with a dry mouth

Blue-eyed put the pistol back into its holster - That's good. Come on with us. -

The group moved and the chubby went with them, which is natural.

- Don't be fidgety, boy. - said a little man, fifty years old, that he looked like the oldest of the group of militants - Do what we say, do not do stupid things and in a few hours, you will be free. -

- Hope so. -