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Chapter 24

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The matter of the Ring and t

Interlude: "Why Do We Live For?" - 2

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Lawrence Farens' mansion in the capital met all the requirements of a dwelling of a very important person. Not that the detective himself needed such opulent mansions, but he liked and respected luxury, and if his position permitted - and in some places obliged - him to have such a mansion, why not?

Bastian Roche could not say with certainty that he understood his mentor. Anyone who thought he understood this living legend was mistaken, as the young detective had seen...

Interlude: "Why Do We Live For?" - 1

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Two high-class selective barriers that let in nothing but the purest air without any impurities and equally pure water past them. Reliable and high-level guards, able to drive superior enemy forces into the ground without even getting their blood and guts dirty, blocking all available approaches to the barrier-covered manor. Individual enchantments cover every corner of a large building, serving as protection, a trap, and simply clogging sensory skills. A set of protective ...

Epilogue

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Above, the winter sun was shining brightly, and the day was in full swing. Here, deep underground, there was semi-darkness and silence. It was broken only by the occasional drip from the high vaults of the man-made cave, and by a constant, monotonous rustle, punctuated by quiet clicks.

The monstrosity slid inside the magic circle like a huge, wide ribbon one and a half-human long. The Ribbon was indeed motley, combining shades of orange, red, and yellow on a dark brow...

After the ball of Elf Queen

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The enchanted box on the bedside table made a melodious clinking sound, and Sivila opened her eyes reluctantly. She didn't want to get up at all. She wanted to stay in the soft bed, in the warm embrace of her lover. Turiel, who was nestled comfortably on the queen's shoulder and had her leg thrown over her, seemed to be in complete agreement with her. But who cares what we want? With a doomed groan, Sivila twisted out of her friend and lovers' embrace, sat up in bed, and st...

Chapter 1

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"The absence of a familiar ceiling depresses me," These were the first words of Stepan, who first woke up, and only a minute later opened his eyes, eagerly wishing to see the hospital ceiling and to hear from the doctors that he had just hit his head getting out of the elevator. "At least the weather is normal and it's not raining."

The surroundings were soothingly lovely, to the point of nausea: a small lawn, green grass tickling his neck and hands, birds singing in ...

Chapter 23

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I had to spend the first couple of

Little prank of the elf queen.

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On a high, gentle hill was a large, fortified Orks camp, surrounded by a high, thick timber fence with several watchtowers and a moat with stakes. The hill was surrounded by gardens and pastures. A small river flowed at the foot of it. At an arrow's flight from the foot of the hill, all the forest had been carefully cut down, including on the other side of the river, so no one could get to it undetected. Inside the camp were simple wooden huts and, in some places, just tents made ...

Pets of the Elf Queen

Covering her eyes, the queen moaned blissfully. She was now lying in a huge bronze bathtub full of hot water to which various fragrant herbs and sea salts had been added. In the queen's private bath, lined with snow-white marble, there was no one but her and three human servant girls. Two of them sat in the bath with their mistress, one behind the queen, the other in front of her. The third sat on a carved wooden stool at the side of the queen and gently soaped her mistress's platinum hair. 2024-03-20 15:38:42 +0000 UTC View Post

The entertainment of the Elf Queen

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With a loud clang, the heavy dungeon door slammed shut, and the stone sack was plunged into total darkness. A tall, slender woman with long, straight platinum hair that reached her tailbone took a few cautious steps forward. The darkness of the chamber was absolute, but her long, sharp ears could easily distinguish the heavy breathing and sniffling of several dozen of the dungeon's inhabitants. Trying to quiet her racing heart, she took a few more steps. The waiting was unbearable...

Chapter 10

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"Look, Tin, you've been weird this morning." Taria interrupted my relaxation session of the name of one lazy shinobi in the most insolent way. "Something wrong? Or a kickback from last night's mixtures? I remembered that if you take too many drugs, you can get really bad jitters."

Yet there is something unique about Taria - the ability to present care in such a way that you want to savagely fuck her with an unpeeled log, and at least four times in a row.

"I've got all ...

Chapter 9

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Everyone has a job to do. And no amount of advancement in taking over the world is a barrier to this truth. Yes, I have managed to find the first clue, or rather a shadow of it, that might lead me to the solution to the problem of the Heroes summoned to this world. There was no thunder, no divine messengers descending from heaven, and no System update, none of this happened. It's just that my suffering, resulting in an unspeakably bad migraine, was finally paying off.

After ...

Hit the tambourine: Prologue

Prologue

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The young man, who might more properly be called a lad than a man, came out of his apartment a little gloomy and visibly darkened by a severe lack of sleep. Yes, the credits will never pass themselves. And no one will care that you did not drink with friends on a bench in the park, and lay in bed with pneumonia, because the adult world, such a bastard, has no mercy.

That's for sure, but it would be better if Rodislav Gastoldovich Yanin had taken bribes than ha...

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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The meeting of relatives, especially if they have not seen each other for a long time, is always associated with certain emotional feelings. If we are talking about those relatives who regularly risk their lives because of their work, which can at any time slightly "burn out on the job," the emotional reaction will be doubly strong. And if this same relative disappeared without a trace during another fun job, and in such conditions that he had time...

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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The journey that followed was filled with danger, ambushes, battles, and adventures, as a true Hero's journey should be... in my mind the subject. For, in reality, the only creatures that longed for my ignominious death were the same vile creatures called horses. The journey was so boring that I did not fall asleep solely because of my paranoia and the same horses, who were squinting at me with their eyes, clearly thinking about how they would eat ...

Chapter 22

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The situation, despite its murderou

Chapter 6

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Don't get me wrong, but my first two choices were either to turn around and leave or to finish him off so he wouldn't suffer. It wasn't even the danger of repercussions from the slave-trafficking forces that stopped me, but a simple unwillingness to get my head in trouble that had been created by other people. So the fuckin' slave hunters are all dead, and I'm responsible for the death of the big-eared wondrous? I couldn't say that I cared all that much about the few other individ...

Chapter 5

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A beautiful evening in a dense forest, nice weather at the point where the chill does not yet turn into cold, colorful scenery of the surrounding landscape, and a light, warm breeze that wants to tickle behind my ears. A perfect setting for a romantic date, or even for a subsequent declaration of love to the woman (or the man, I'm not judging other people's tastes) whom you call your Destiny. A few insignificant details spoiled the whole affair: a lot of dead bodies and those just...

Chapter 21

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Has it ever happened in your life t

Agentess

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As she approached the door to her new office, Vilana Riel activated the scanning amulet pass. After making sure that the protection was intact, she opened the door and carefully stepped inside. William followed her silently. She looked around to make sure that the beacons hidden in various corners of the room were undisturbed, that there were no signs of intrusion, and nodded to her protégé:

"Clear."

William exhaled a sigh of relief as he removed his hand from the ba...

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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The new four sentries, sent to replace the processed ones who had gone back to camp, were not going to be spared; it was enough to leave one alive to send signals through the amulet. In fact, no one was going to be polite to them, only taking care to maintain radio silence on their part.

Gently, almost tenderly, I stroke the owner of the signal amulet on the head, sending him off to the land of sweet dreams, and then let my companions go on t...

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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When we made the decision, we all ran toward the enemy, loudly demanding from the vile slave-traders to come out to fight fair and not so fair... If you believe this, I pity you, and I am a little offended by your opinion of my intelligence. Breaking into such a crowd, and even in a fortified position, is far more dangerous than going up against an army of orcs. And while the possibilities of escape are always open to me (unless, of course, there's...

The White Cloud Guild

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The White Cloud Guild was very old but relatively small, with only one single branch. It was near Eternal, but despite its modest size compared to the other trade guilds of the First Hundred, it was not inferior in wealth to some of them. The same was true of its influence and ties with the imperial elite. The reason for such success was that the long-dead founders of White Cloud had mastered a very narrow but highly sought-after niche of services at a very high level. Mental heal...

Bimbomancer

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The exquisite enchanted music box on the bedside table emitted a pleasant melody, telling him it was morning and time to get up. When he opened his eyes, he stretched and lay in bed for a few minutes, looking up at the high, snow-white ceiling. He didn't feel like getting up. He didn't want to do anything. Just to close his eyes to stay lying under the soft blanket in his cozy bedroom, furnished with good furniture made by masters in the elven style. I wanted to. But who cares wha...

Deviless and Summoned One

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Unbelievable. Impossible. Unthinkable. It just couldn't BE. But it did. His symphony was cut off, cut off terribly and suddenly, painfully echoing in its very essence. It couldn't have happened. It simply couldn't have happened! But there could be no mistake. His hateful singing, which had given her the best of all possible pleasures, was almost silent. But the other melodies were becoming more and more distinct. Carrying the anger of the Celestials from whom they had dared to ste...

Again Alishan

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The sun had set over the horizon, and the stifling desert air was gone, replaced first by the chill of night and then by the real cold. Ilkhan's palace was mostly asleep. But Fathir la Fahkhal was not sleepy. The Chief Keeper of the Scrolls of the Great Khan's library was far from young. His well-groomed beard, like the few remaining hairs on his head, was completely gray, and his skin was riddled with deep wrinkles. Soon, he would retire, passing the position to one of his sons. ...

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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What does the average fantasy fan usually imagine when it comes to fantasy outlaws? The answer is easy - a bunch of dirty, smelly, and overgrown men, armed with whatever they can find and with no discipline at all. In many cases, especially if we are talking about low-ranking brigands of yesterday's plowmen, this picture is almost indistinguishable from reality. Otherwise, there are almost always at least a few overlaps.

These brigands clearl...

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

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"Understand, Tin, it's a necessity! That's what all self-respecting individuals do!" It seemed as if Losius was talking to a capricious child, and not to the mighty and magnificent Hero. "Come on, you have to make this sacrifice, don't start this comedy again."

I just stared silently into the eyes of the infernal beast, which, in turn, stared at me. I could read in its gaze the promise of eating my insides and dancing a ritual dance on the gr...

Book 2: Prologue

Book 2: Prologue

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Adepts of the Moon Path are quite rare birds. Both because of the difficulty of obtaining such a class, and because not many people want to get it. Even if they have the opportunity. Lunar Wanderers are practically useless in combat - the absolute lack of normal combat abilities is rarely taken positively. Yes, a strong and well-developed wanderer has many trump cards up his sleeve, allowing him to defend against spells and ...

Interlude: "Farewell" - 6

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Every phenomenon, every force, has