pleased!
Sender: Administration. Technical Support Service. < AI Scarlet-9. Stream:112>:
Warning! 417 complaints have been filed against you in the last 24 hours! Due to the number of complaints, the case has been investigated by an AI lawyer.
Due to the following violations: Blind aggression, Racial and Religious intolerance, Intentional large-scale damage of virtual corporate property - your account has been blocked for 30 days.
You have no right of appeal according to EULA section 16.4.
Report of administrative breach sent to the Virtual Police.
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Your digital passport has been marked for a 7 th -degree administrative breach.
Minus 9 Citizen Loyalty points.
Your free VirtNet access has been limited for 365 days. A surveillance unit will be installed on your equipment upon your next login.
Cost of unit is 210 gold rubles. Thank you for your cooperation.
Tavor’s corpse looked pretty beat up. The adamant shoulder wound never closed, and continued to bleed onto the gold embroidery of the gray velvet cloak. A look of hatred and fear was frozen upon his bloated face. The drooling body was swaying monotonously and shifting from foot to foot.
With a deep sigh, I looked into the enemy’s vacant eyes. The spark of insanity was long gone. But the threatening serpentine stare remained, making you want to clench your first and scowl as if by instinct.
The last thing I wanted was to slip into his loathsome hide. It might soil my delicate astral essence, the Fallen One forbid. Things like these weren’t just used underwear: they were soul containers. A washing machine would not help.
Procrastinating unwillingly, I squinted at the scarlet sun. "Asmodeus, the Fallen One knows about this. He’s watching me. So please, no surprises. Let’s prove each other’s trust, reap the benefits, and part ways peacefully."
Asmodeus shook his head as if offended. "But we are allies!"
I replied with a crooked smile, "You’ll never have weak fools as allies. You’ll eat them alive. So let me remind you, I’m neither weak nor foolish."
I hoped he didn’t sense a change of heart, for the longer I delayed, the more doubtful I grew.
I was forced into this risky venture by the lack of time along with the habit of doing everything myself. If I succeeded, I’d be a hero. If not... I risked losing my immortality.
Alright, it’s time, I thought.
Straining, I carefully pulled a 500-pound aerial bomb out of my inventory. The sand in the Arena creaked under its weight. Whatever happened, I would not allow my body to remain with Asmodeus. I did not wish to be his puppet.
I’d put on a suicide bomber's belt if I could, programmed to self-detonate. Just to be sure. But this was a feature the game didn’t yet offer, and I couldn’t think of a similar alternative.
But I was willing to work with what I had.
I handed Nelson the detonator and sent him a duel request. "You know what to do. In case of an attack or if I exceed the time limit, or if you receive a command from someone named Tavor, it’s detonation time. Plan B: if the bomb doesn’t work, just kill me. I’ve no buffs or gear, and just over six thousand HP. Once I’m down, it’s all crits, so you should be done in no time. But first..."
I sent Nelson a private message:
Chop off my right hand. Never mention this order to anyone, it’s secret. Understood?
The ear-chopper nodded. I handed him a parcel that he was to give to me; a small bagful of valuables. Mostly charms, survival kits and communication devices. Also personal abilities and spell scrolls on parchments; Gates, Portals, Banishment from Darkness, Religious Outcast, Astral Mana Absorption, etc. All those things that set me apart from the average players.
"Give it to me after the soul transplant. Do not forget: I am Tavor. Yet he must confirm his every order with the password I gave you."
That’s it, I’ve burned my bridges.
Sender: Administration. Technical Support Service. < AI Scarlet-9. Stream:112>:
Warning! 417 complaints have been filed against you in the last 24 hours! Due to the number of complaints, the case has been investigated by an AI lawyer.
Due to the following violations: Blind aggression, Racial and Religious intolerance, Intentional large-scale damage of virtual corporate property - your account has been blocked for 30 days.
You have no right of appeal according to EULA section 16.4.
Report of administrative breach sent to the Virtual Police.
Sender: Virtual Police. Penal Department. < AI Crimson-14. Stream:771>:
Your digital passport has been marked for a 7 th -degree administrative breach.
Minus 9 Citizen Loyalty points.
Your free VirtNet access has been limited for 365 days. A surveillance unit will be installed on your equipment upon your next login.
Cost of unit is 210 gold rubles. Thank you for your cooperation.
Tavor’s corpse looked pretty beat up. The adamant shoulder wound never closed, and continued to bleed onto the gold embroidery of the gray velvet cloak. A look of hatred and fear was frozen upon his bloated face. The drooling body was swaying monotonously and shifting from foot to foot.
With a deep sigh, I looked into the enemy’s vacant eyes. The spark of insanity was long gone. But the threatening serpentine stare remained, making you want to clench your first and scowl as if by instinct.
The last thing I wanted was to slip into his loathsome hide. It might soil my delicate astral essence, the Fallen One forbid. Things like these weren’t just used underwear: they were soul containers. A washing machine would not help.
Procrastinating unwillingly, I squinted at the scarlet sun. "Asmodeus, the Fallen One knows about this. He’s watching me. So please, no surprises. Let’s prove each other’s trust, reap the benefits, and part ways peacefully."
Asmodeus shook his head as if offended. "But we are allies!"
I replied with a crooked smile, "You’ll never have weak fools as allies. You’ll eat them alive. So let me remind you, I’m neither weak nor foolish."
I hoped he didn’t sense a change of heart, for the longer I delayed, the more doubtful I grew.
I was forced into this risky venture by the lack of time along with the habit of doing everything myself. If I succeeded, I’d be a hero. If not... I risked losing my immortality.
Alright, it’s time, I thought.
Straining, I carefully pulled a 500-pound aerial bomb out of my inventory. The sand in the Arena creaked under its weight. Whatever happened, I would not allow my body to remain with Asmodeus. I did not wish to be his puppet.
I’d put on a suicide bomber's belt if I could, programmed to self-detonate. Just to be sure. But this was a feature the game didn’t yet offer, and I couldn’t think of a similar alternative.
But I was willing to work with what I had.
I handed Nelson the detonator and sent him a duel request. "You know what to do. In case of an attack or if I exceed the time limit, or if you receive a command from someone named Tavor, it’s detonation time. Plan B: if the bomb doesn’t work, just kill me. I’ve no buffs or gear, and just over six thousand HP. Once I’m down, it’s all crits, so you should be done in no time. But first..."
I sent Nelson a private message:
Chop off my right hand. Never mention this order to anyone, it’s secret. Understood?
The ear-chopper nodded. I handed him a parcel that he was to give to me; a small bagful of valuables. Mostly charms, survival kits and communication devices. Also personal abilities and spell scrolls on parchments; Gates, Portals, Banishment from Darkness, Religious Outcast, Astral Mana Absorption, etc. All those things that set me apart from the average players.
"Give it to me after the soul transplant. Do not forget: I am Tavor. Yet he must confirm his every order with the password I gave you."
That’s it, I’ve burned my bridges.
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