🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

This was truly a great strike! The fighter rolled 1 out of 100! Absolute success! A hit with a 1% chance! Even the random number generator was worried about the outcome of this battle!

"I've never sweated so much," whispered one of the surviving fighters and collapsed in the snow. Following him, all the others fell from exhaustion.

Tsulak's comrades were too tired to fight for the loot, so everything goes to the most daring participant in the greatest battle.

In the hobo camp, there was some kind of descent down. Unfortunately, Tsulak could not open the hatch.

— Sleep well, brothers! Your battle showed me an example of what it is like: not to be weak! — striking his chest, Tsulak went to the body of the fallen. — You saved me, brother. Don't doubt it: it was worth it! You have already seen strength, enjoyed the power of your oiled body. The universe wanted you to give a newcomer a chance to achieve the same. So that later it would be my turn to make way for the young. Eternal ale in the warrior hall awaits you, brother!

Having stuffed potions, oils, and supplies into his pockets, Tsulak contemptuously kicked away the hobos' rags and stared at the hatch. He tries to find some lever, real or imagined, to open it. If he doesn't see anything around, he returns to the cultists' lair.