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Oh, now I realize that I completely forgot to set aside some pocket money for myself

In the depths of the chthonic forest, amidst the ruins of an ancient human capital, a heart beat. Myriads of invisible threads stretched from its immense body to thousands of roots piercing the surface of Fleranor and going deep underground. Even more threads controlled the life forms spawned by the Twisting Mind, guiding them along their path. Distorted trees and sticky swamp, legions of spawn, and irresistible intoxication – all obeyed the rhythm of Hurat-Rekret's heart. The Twisting Mind commanded them to change, evolve, multiply, and carry the seeds of the chthonic forest into new lands. But most importantly, the heart watched over the cocoons – blood-red, hanging here and there. Within these cocoons, unfinished spawns futilely clung to the past, trying to preserve their original essence: Vardans, humans, beasts – all were material for transformation. But alas! The chthonic forest can no longer expand further. Tribes resist, the Shadow Walkers threaten to unleash the power of the Great Will, and worst of all – mountains hide the remnants of humanity. The heart retains an unpleasant aftertaste regarding humans. The empire has been consumed, but the task is not yet complete. And where else is there to grow if not upwards – towards the frosty peaks? It’s the easiest, safest way. But inconvenient.

The stubbornness of humanity is admirable. Such resilience, such pointless desire to survive... Alas, the inevitable is inevitable. Humans are not destined to defeat the Twisting Mind.

"Humans built an Empire. The Empire devoured itself. Pointless. Absorption is the best outcome for humanity. Humans moved to the mountains. Expansion of a new empire is impossible in the mountains. Pointless. Absorption is the best outcome for humanity. Humans founded three Clans. Each Clan is incapable of independent existence. Pointless. Absorption is the best outcome for humanity. Humans survived. Evolution of humans is impossible. Pointless. Absorption is the best outcome for humanity. Humans refused absorption. No rational reasons were found. Pointless. Absorption is the best outcome for humanity. Humans blocked the path to the nearest settlement. The solution is to clear the path, absorb humanity. Rational. Will transmitted to champion."
Dodzik Sarabas Nevereverland successfully left the club of connoisseurs, known by its whimsical name HW, whatever that meant. Someone waved goodbye, someone shed a meager male tear over yet another lost soul, and some didn't even look up from their game because the game is more important than your life. Thus, Dodzik Sarabas’s journey came to an end, and the journey of Hero Sarabas began. True, without weapons and equipment, one cannot go far on this glorious path, not even a golden-tongued fellow. Alas.

Before the no-longer-dodzik lay the entire settlement of connoisseurs. Where will he go?
The young but promising researcher Aristarch arrived early in the morning to his teacher – the wise Augur. Although the young man had not yet reached the rank of apprentice, he could already confidently call himself an assistant to a master of higher rank.

– Aristarch, – greeted Augur dryly. – You have shown yourself well. It's time to consolidate the result. Are you ready for tasks?
Ambitious and eager to possess influence, Tsulak finds himself in the middle of a settlement of fighters.

Where will he go?In another part of the settlement of fighters, Zaya and her relatives return home. Home for such a large family was a spacious hall – a haven worthy of a clan of great warriors. Brothers and sisters quickly disappear from sight so as not to hurt the narrative budget and the eyes of their father, while Zaya remains alone with her progenitor.

– Daughter, I understand everything... – Medvedson began in a tone that definitely did not convey understanding, – but why are you so interested in this bookworm? Reading books is the only thing he's capable of. Storn came to me. He complained about you. Says he has already lost two strong Gurps on your letters. How many times do I have to repeat, daughter, Gurps are used for exchanging information between Clans, not for love notes.

The father looked sternly at his daughter. He wasn’t angry, but clearly dissatisfied. Medvedson, a warrior of the Clan and a respected fighter. And his daughter hasn't even reached novice! And she likes bookworms!
Bombs are an invention of connoisseurs. The best weapon of humanity in these dark times. A single successful throw can kill several monsters from the mountains or break through a sturdy wall. But if you don't know how to throw them, then the worst outcome is likely – death and your insides scattered on the snow. Therefore, even a fool who knows how to throw bombs is considered a valuable fighter in any Clan.

– I have a task for you, – Captain Almus, head of the guards of the settlement of sufferers, told Chryash. – Complete it, and I will forgive past sins. And I’ll even pay extra.

Chryash had plenty of sins, and Almus was not one of those intimidated by a bomb in his hand. He has fought against creatures of the forest. More than once. After that, no one remains unchanged.
Elixirs were brought by one of the surviving capital alchemists. A dangerous thing. Elixirs are toxic; only specially trained people can take them. And even then, for every positive effect, there is a harmful one. Balance. Therefore, elixirs have not become widespread among the warriors of the three Clans. There are enough alchemists in the settlement of connoisseurs. And only there.

Ida could not help but please the wise Utar. Every new alchemist is a small holiday for the keepers of this gloomy craft.

– Good, very good! – The sage nodded vigorously when Ida easily accepted his new elixir. And didn't even blink! – Congratulations! Your body is stronger than most living humans today. Hmm. You want to learn how to make elixirs, don’t you?

Utar conspiratorially rubbed his hands and looked intently at the girl.

Young but promising researcher Aristarch arrived early in the morning at his teacher's place – the wise Augur. Although he hadn't yet reached the rank of a full-fledged student, he could confidently call himself an assistant to a master of the highest rank.

"Aristarch," Augur greeted his apprentice dryly. "You have shown good results. It is time to consolidate them. Are you ready for assignments?"

- Ready! - replied the apprentice.

Roselia (70/70, 3/5)
Tsulak (56/110, 6/6)
Wolves (120/120, 6/6)
Cartilage (70/70, 3/6) 
Ida (80/80), 7/7) 

Excellent. I'll change it right away.

It's easy to find guys with axes, but all I could find for the book were some weird things...

Actually, yes, that's what I struggled with when choosing between an incel and a hikikomori girl.

Now we will write in gray text.

The wise man Augur nodded approvingly.

"You will go to the lower level and, on my behalf, oversee the excavations," the teacher said in a commanding tone. "Do not be afraid. There are many trained soldiers there now. There is no threat to your life. See what's going on, and then report back to me."

From his own experience, Aristarch already knew that the answer "everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about" would not satisfy Augur. He needed to carefully examine the excavation site.

One of the surviving alchemists from the capital brought the elixirs with him. A dangerous thing. The elixirs are toxic; only specially trained people can take them. And even then, for every positive effect, there is a harmful one. Balance. That's why the elixirs did not become widespread among the warriors of the three Clans. There are enough alchemists in the settlement of Connoisseurs, and only there.

Ida could not help but please the wise Utar. Every new alchemist is a small celebration for the guardians of this gloomy craft.

"Good, very good!" the sage nodded vigorously as Ida easily took his new elixir. And didn't even blink! "Congratulations! Your body is stronger than most living people today. Hmm. You want to learn how to make elixirs, don't you?"

Utar rubbed his hands conspiratorially and looked intently at the girl.

— I am always ready," the girl replied timidly. She had always found it difficult to communicate with the opposite sex.

The wise man Augur nodded approvingly.

"You will go to the lower level and oversee the excavations on my behalf," the teacher said in a commanding tone. "Do not be afraid. There are many trained soldiers there now. There is no threat to your life. See what's going on, and then report back to me."

From his own experience, Aristarch already knew that the answer "everything is fine, there is nothing to worry about" would not satisfy Augur. He needed to carefully examine the excavation site.

- Okay, - Aristarch replied with a nod.

If the mentor has no further questions for him, he sets off to the indicated address, stopping by the bulletin board along the way.

– Of course, I’ll do it, boss! There hasn't been a single time when I didn't fulfill an order, – actually, there have been times, but Grunt had this amazing ability to forget about his failures and mistakes. – Who needs to suffer now, or what should I do?

And here, the wise Uthad did not feel awkward when communicating with Ida. “Keep it up!” The alchemist firmly squeezed the girl’s hand and shook it. “The most important thing in our business is excellent physical shape! A balance of strength and mind is the ideal for a potion maker!” Uthad handed Ida some kind of vial. Potion made from Grud secretions x1 (gives 50 experience, -3 to Willpower until rest). Negative characteristics cannot become positive

Sage Augur wasn't about to send an inexperienced apprentice to a dangerous place with nothing but determination in his pocket. “Take this. It will come in handy.” Battle Pickaxe Two-handed. Accuracy: 60%. Damage: 100. Range: 1. Supplies x1

The wise man Uthar didn't feel any awkwardness when communicating with Ida.

"Keep it up!" the alchemist firmly squeezed the girl's hand and shook it. "The most important thing in our business is excellent physical shape! A balance of strength and mind is the ideal for a potion maker!"

Uthar handed Ida some kind of vial.

Potion from Grub Secretions x1 (gives 50 experience, -3 to Willpower until rest)

Negative characteristics cannot be applied.

The liquid looked murky and extremely dubious.
"Is this not dangerous?" Ida frowned. "Will I end up deep inside the cave on my way home as food for the local fauna?"

The wise Sage Augur did not intend to send an inexperienced apprentice to a dangerous place with only determination in his pocket.

— Take this. It will come in handy.

Battle Pickaxe
Two-handed. Accuracy: 60%. Damage: 100. Range: 1.

Supplies x1

- Thank you, teacher," he said, taking the pickaxe and supplies.

"I don't know how to wield this thing, but it's still better than fighting with bare hands..." thought the apprentice.

“I remember all your failures, you scoundrel,” one could have read on Captain Hryashch’s face if he had been just a little more perceptive, but he wasn't. “Go to the northern forest. A squad will meet you at the gate,” Almus began his briefing. “A strange formation has appeared in the forest. Destroy it. That’s all. You’re free!” The captain implied that it was the snow-covered forest north of the settlement of sufferers. Not the western one. And definitely not the chthonic one.

As a farewell gesture, Aristarch receives a mysterious letter from someone named Zaya. Nebos was supposed to write the contents of this letter.

Letter from Zaya x1

After that, the young man, who is popular with women, goes to the bulletin board and soon learns its contents.