I don’t like people. Getting rid of rot. There are only a few strangers.
I wandered around the village and talked to the locals, who were happy to tell me a lot of interesting things. I took some simple quests—to weed a kitchen garden and to dig up the ground. I chased the rats away, taking out a bottle of crystal water. So, I increased my reputation points with the villagers by a hundred stat points. Therefore, I received a bottle of milk and a couple of large pieces of fragrant and warm white bread.
I tasted the food in this game for the first time. I liked it much better than the meals I used to eat at home. The developers had probably improved the taste of food or rather a sense of taste. Maybe there was a great environment in this world... Local food had interesting effects.
Bread restored Health and Stamina and allowed you to do without food for a long time. Milk restored a bit of mana and destroyed debuffs against Intelligence. I wanted to study the effects of the rest of the supplies, but I heard some very bad conversations that I didn’t like.
“Look, it’s the same NPC…”
“Yes, it’s Nameless.”
“They say he has a terrific quest.”
“Let’s try to take it. He can’t refuse such wonderful people as we.”
“Some magician killed all his relatives. Let’s not mock him,” some warrior suggested. A group of seven players roughly pushed him away.
“It’s just an NPC, a stupid algorithm, which does everything according to the pattern,” a muscular jerk replied to the guy. “If he refuses to give us a quest, we’ll beat him and threaten to send him to join his dead relatives.”
The players laughed loudly. The shutters of the houses seemed to shake with their idiotic laughter. Do such creatures live here? Are they going to bully the rest of the game?
“I remember how I tortured an NPC. If you could see the way she looked at me! If she were a wizard, she would probably have turned me in ash with her gaze. But she was an ordinary peasant.
“I plunged her with my sword, scratched her with my mace, beat her with the tip of my shield. I did everything so as not to kill that girl, healing her after the, particularly strong blows. At first, she screamed a lot and amused me, then she stopped and looked at me silently. Her look made me sick. I never heard her scream again. I was bored, and so I killed her by breaking her skull with my metal boot. I had to clean her brain off my shoes for a long time,” an orc said. He didn’t look like Brafmapurta at all.
He had dirty-green skin and large fangs that protruded from his lower jaw. His hair was gathered into a dirty ponytail; his black eyes looked down on everyone. His waistcoat was covered in dried blood with a couple of casually darned holes. He had a black patch on his knee, but his boots were shining like a mirror. There was a crowd of nasty creatures around him. They were laughing at the killer’s words.
I was furious listening to him. I got up and approached them.
Any NPC is better than such a creature, even an ordinary vampire, who just wants to eat you. At least, they are not eager to make fun of you.
“Look, he seems to come to us himself.”
“Wu-hu-hu, our boss is so cool, that even the important NPC approaches him to give him a quest,” some pipsqueak mumbled and caught the silver coin, which the leader threw to him.
“What’s your quest, asshole?” this jerk asked me, making me even angrier. “Quick, I don’t have time to stand around and wait for you to load, stupid AI!”
Scum, 38 level, Bandit
“Well, you’ve chosen names suitable for your appearance and characters,” I smirked, and the jerks started chuckling. I wonder who the others are.
Louse, level 24, Robber
Jawn, level 28, Poacher
Bad Foe, level 27, Bandit
What a rabble! How did they even happen to immerse themselves in this game? They chose disgusting nicknames, although they were personifying their essence. However, I had met even more horrible nicknames in the old games.
“What world did you come from, jerks from the Hellish Abyss?” I tried to insult them. “Although I doubt that such poor characters live in the abyss. Your little world is probably rotten to the core. Even the last demon crooked his terrible face, smelling your souls. I’m not giving you any quest.”
“Oh, you asshole!”
“I don’t mean you, idiot!”
“What do you want, boss?”
“Your girlfriend isn’t here; she didn’t want to go to Rainea.”
“Can you give us any quest?” asked a guy with a long gold chain and a bald head covered with a tattoo of a ghoul.
“Of course, I can.” I smiled.
“This is great.” Scum was delighted. “That idiot’s afraid of us.”
I quickly wrote on a piece of parchment a quest suitable for such a company.
Here is the quest ‘Purifying of the Soul’
Description: Not all strangers are valiant heroes and good guys who protect weak people, kill monsters, and complete quests not only for the sake of reward but simply for purifying their souls. Sometimes there are real freaks among them. Their souls are infected with rot and darkness
The sacred fire of Inquisition
Will heal you from your great ambition,
And if it fails for no reason
Apply xenon in any season.
An extinct volcano’s caldera
Will help you now and forever.
The thick taiga and Hellish Abyss
Will wait for gentlemen and ladies.
I offer you to start your day
With melted wolfram, by the way.
I won’t doubt and restrain
To make you soul good again
Terms: to kill yourself, over and over, until your soul purifies
Reward: purifying of a soul
Quest Class: personal
Note: Perhaps, you should come up with your own more interesting methods, if the above-mentioned won’t help you
“What? NPC, you’re crazy! Don’t you understand that we’re going to kill you until we get bored?” Scum looked at me with hatred and waited for the support of his buddies. “Don’t you think so?”
They replied reluctantly. Did they think about their actions and bad deeds? It’s impossible. I would be more likely to believe in God than these scoundrels would be able to become decent people again.
They are probably afraid that my level is much higher than theirs if I talk to them so confidently. They are used to the fact that the residents are afraid of them. Perhaps, they feel my state, and therefore they try to avoid the conflict with, allegedly, a stronger opponent? Yeah, probably. Bastards don’t honor the laws. They are alien to the morality and honor, and they will be afraid of strong and powerful people. I seem to have unlocked an achievement ‘Poet’, +10% to the chance of successfully rhyming of words, +5% to moral satisfaction with my own creativity.
“Are you confident enough?” I asked sarcastically, crossing my arms.
“We’ll cause you such pain that…”
“A-ha-ha-ha!” I laughed ominously. I made it very believable as a real villain, and my interlocutors seemed to be scared. “How dare you talk to me about pain? I’ve been through so much pain that there’s nothing you can do to surprise me.”
“Fedya, his family was killed, the wizard cursed him, so let’s leave him alone.”
“Are you crazy? We have to kill him at least two hundred times just so he knows his place.”
“Then do it yourself without our help,” a player with the nickname Pansy replied. The other players nodded, agreeing with his words.
“Damned traitors. I don’t care about you! Screw it!” He spoke and then vanished. My anger was stronger than his hatred.
“Did he decide to go back to your rotten world?” I asked his companions, contemptuously. “Well? What are you waiting for? Follow your leader, who brought you to Rainea’s world. This world can’t be compared to the bright skies, but it is much more righteous than yours.
“So, don’t you dare spoil it with your attitude, or I’ll catch up with you and punish you. You aren’t immortal in your world, remember that.” I grinned ominously and saw the fear in these gamers’ eyes. Maybe they can become decent people? Who am I kidding, though? People don’t change.
“S-sorry!” One of the players bowed and disappeared. “We’ll try to do better!”
“Right!” the last player added, and he also disappeared
Number of strangers in the village: 13/20
Oh, really? I only need to get rid of thirteen more guys…
Sergey Belsky is a Russian author of thirteen books in the genres of Sci-ence Fiction, Fantasy and LitRPG. He is in the top 10 of several popular self-publishing sites in Russia.
He took up writing books while he was studying at the university. By profession Sergey is an engineer of navigation systems of hypersonic cruise missiles. He never considered writing as the main profession. But once im-mersed in his own fantastic world, he realized that he loved writing.
Impressed with the masterpieces of world literature, D.R.R.T. Tolkien and D.R.R. Martin, he creates a fantasy saga “The Chronicles of Arcania”, which finds response in the hearts of many readers and this interest stimulates him to write further.
He wrote his first and most successful book series “The Beetle” in the Li-tRPG genre. 5 books of the series were written during 2017. The series has firmly taken its place in the top bestsellers. The main character, who got into a virtual game with full immersion, turns into a beetle. Readers love this series for the unusual nature of the main character, for his adventures and the de-tailed underworld, consisting of many locations and dungeons. The series is finished and is now being translated into English.
In 2018, Sergey began a new LitRPG series "Class-Neutral", which also became a bestseller. Both series are similar, and at the same time completely different. The action takes place in the same world, but in another part of it. The class of the main character is extremely unique. The character is endowed with the magic of the nature and space. Now the 4th book of the series is being written.
All books of the author are interconnected, they are as the elements of a vast and detailed universe. Each book and each cycle, step by step, opens the reader this magical and wonderful world of Reyne.