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Chapter 1 community

Get ready! The transfer of participants is starting ....
A lilac dome covers me.
Flash!
Then darkness and weightlessness, lasting a couple of moments. New
flash. My feet find support. It’s good that I am in a semi-sitting position, as I
did not have time to fully rise after somersaulting on the grass. Otherwise, he
could fall from a short-term loss of orientation.
Around me there is a hubbub, screams, groaning ... Silhouettes of some
people.
But nothing around me excites me as much as the shining bright blue
eyes located in front of me. And they reciprocate.
There is a flash of danger and I dodge to the side, striking with an air
cleaver. It takes me a few steps further than it should be, but I try not to dwell
on it. I expose an air shield against which an icicle breaks.
I use an air ram, followed by a hammer. At this time, he himself has to
dodge, dodging flying pieces of ice.
The ram disperses against the ice wall. The Scorpion escapes from the
hammer with a bizarre jump, at the same time dodging my disks. While he
loses sight of me for a brief moment, I use Dimensional Jump. At the same
time, I swing my weapon in advance.
And now, I'm behind the enemy. One blade cuts through his neck, the
second lower back. But instead of blood spurting from the flesh, the body
shatters into ice fragments, and my shoulder is pierced by an ice sword. And
then, it's thanks to the Crazy that he was the first to react to the activation of
the "flair" ability.
I don't feel pain. Maybe because of the actions of the AI ​​that controls the
internal processes and the action of the nanites in my body. Or maybe
because the shoulder was frozen.
At the same moment, by force of will, I force myself to rush forward,
removing my body from the ice weapon, at the same time I turn around,
deflecting the blow of the Scorpion brass knuckles to my head with the blade,
and kick him under the knee. I make a somersault through myself, moving
away from the ice stake that has grown out of the ground. Two of my discs
break with a ringing, ice balls thrown at me. I bend down, passing a huge icicle
over my head. At the same time, I lower an air press on Scorpion, saturating
him with twice the amount of mana and expanding the area of ​​application.
The opponent tries to jump back, but does not succeed in doing so. He is
covered in a jump by my spell and nailed to the ground.
Get it bitch! Gotcha!
At this moment, I am knocked down by a powerful air blow, knocking air
out of my lungs.
- Get it, bitch! someone yells from the side.
I raise my head. My friend is approaching me.
Thor. Man - 11th level.
Boss, I'll help! the airbender addresses his rising leader.
But then a loud, nasty laugh is heard, and an arrogant voice that shows
through causticity and complacency broadcasts:
What savages people are! Smelly, tattered, hairy! Ugh! These wild beasts
will kill each other before the Trial begins.
Distracted by the voice of Thor, I take down with an air ram. He flies
unexpectedly far. And here I pay attention to the environment and the groups
of intelligent beings that are strikingly different from people and from each
other. Out of the corner of my eye I follow the actions of Scorpio. He also
looks around, keeping an eye on me, but is in no hurry to attack. Okay, a little
later we will continue our unfinished conversation.
I am surrounded by a crowd of people moving around and looking
around. Their eyes darted in anticipation of an attack from the outside. As if
they are really wild animals that are ready to break into an attack at any
second, or an attempt to escape from a more dangerous predator.
We are standing on an island-like patch of sand, stone, and a small
amount of vegetation, fifty paces in diameter. Thor, by the way, almost flew
away from my spell over the edge. Behind which the island ends with the
emptiness of space.
There are more than a dozen islands like ours. All of them are suspended
in the void and arranged in a circle, like the petals of a flower. There is no light
source, but everything is perfectly visible even without it. The space seems to
be illuminated by itself. This allows you to see even at a greater distance and
to consider in detail the groups of sentients on other islands.
But the first person I pay attention to is the owner of the nasty voice.
It turns out to be a tall, very slender, with a painful-looking pallor of the
skin, a man. His long ears, pointed in an animal manner, betray the light elf
described by goblins and hobbits. He stands in a group of the same relatives,
arrogantly looking at us and proudly lifting their chins.
- Look who's Talking? - with contempt, a booming raspy voice is heard
from another flying island. “You yourself have only recently been jumping
through the trees on your home planet like wild animals. They clung to vines
and hunted representatives of neighboring tribes.
The group of sentients from where the voice came from look completely
different. Strong lower limbs, covered with dense, dense, shiny hair and turned
back with the knees, in the manner of grasshoppers. Feet are long. Horny
growths on the joints. The body is also hairy, but the chest is covered with
bone plates. Comb on the back. Powerful hands end in long brushes, which
form something like claws from bone fingers. The head is flattened from the
back of the head, extended in front. Such a triangle. There are small horns in
the area of ​​the cheekbones. Under the lower jaw, a pair of processes similar to
fingers with long claws. They are a bit like the mandibles of an insect. The
eyes are large and divided into several segments. It is impossible to read the
system information about this creation.
“That was a whole couple of tens of thousands of years ago!” - the elf
shouts indignantly, responding to the attack of a reasonable one that I have
not identified.
By the appearance of all eared, it becomes clear that they are offended.
- Not whole, but only. You yourself have not yet grown out of savagery, -
the representative of an unidentified race again answers him.
To this, the elves only silently clench their fists in anger, but for some
reason they do not dare to speak out in response to rudeness.
I begin to consider representatives of other races. But they don't let me do
it.
- Bitch! I will crush you! Thor's angry cry is heard. - Scorpio, let's finally
finish off the bastard! Silent, help!
I turn to the moron who is walking towards me in a dressing gown and a
skullcap, hung with trinkets. As he was a circus clown, he remained so. And
new levels of intelligence did not add to him. This is not counting the numbers
in the characteristics. And here is another friend of mine, whom I finally pay
attention to, changed his equipment.
Silent. Man - 11th level.
That vinaigrette of assorted things was replaced by objects made of
metal. His torso is generally covered with thick steel plates. I'm afraid to
imagine how much his robe weighs.
- Yes! Let's kill the bastard! - reports a certain individual with the nickname
Straw.
Also from the Fatality community. This is most likely the one who was so
happy about the new tenth level. Well, here is the culprit of our transfer to who
knows where. There is someone to take out my anger for the fact that I am
here when my settlement is in a dangerous position, and I have no way to help
my guys.
[- For this we will bite off his head! ]
"Psycho, don't interfere and don't shine yet."
“I wouldn’t rush into this,” Quiet answers very calmly and serenely,
examining the situation with good-natured eyes.
This is the most adequate, in my opinion, the guy from the enemy
community. He even stood up for the Tour, at the first meeting.
The Scorpion, who had twitched in my direction, stops, shifting his
interested look at his large fighter, dressed in metal.
- Silent, you fat rag! Already pulled up with his softness! Because of you,
we missed these condoms last time! Thor says to his friend. – How did you
just reach the eleventh level and survive?
Scorpio chuckles at the last phrase, tacitly agreeing with the surprise of
the airbender.
- I'm not fat, but well-fed. And not a rag. I am iron! - Still calmly answers
the Silent One.
At the last words, he knocks with the headband of a huge ax on his metal-
clad chest. At the same time, a booming “bom-bom!” is heard.
- So, guys, and, well, calm down! A middle-aged man steps forward.
Sam. Man - 13th level.