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This is a new sense of living... I almost died. Time is always up against my back and my efforts can''t be all to this world... It''s... unlike a free land, unimportant to the gods. Why have I ended up in a place that is opposite to that? A world that is a big pile of toys that those fuckers use as they wish? I need to figure out the past that Rudolf must know. Right... He was good at understanding things better. His... His tome is gone though, so what if there would be others like him? Figures that fought for something meaningful and clutched their fate with their own hands? He wondered, hopeful it could be the case.
This Rudolf may be different. His past with him was like that too and thinking of a goal that was plausible to use to his advantage should help. Still, a meeting with an old friend after a long time apart could be quite interesting, he suspected.
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“Hell NO!” Murai shouted in his mind, waking up his clarity upon a new day. The first thing he did was to check his body. What he noticed wasn''t good, nor terrible.
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As expected... The Vitality attributes give my body quite a lot of bliss, and Bloodrush was quite a significant hit to the quality of my life. Murai figured, feeling how his muscle squeezed in discomfort and bones twitched around his body in tries to reconnect and regenerate. Even the lowered Vitality provided him with some improvements since he was able to wake up. But it wasn''t worth a lot, and he quested its worth.
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Now, how to get it back though? I am getting a bunch of Vitality from some eating, while the levels up can give it some boost. I noticed that, and those boosts always feel like small jolts of power from somewhere. Hmmm. How strange, but... welcomed. Although this system feels stingy at times, it could go away at any time, meaning the gods made this somewhat balanced to a certain extent. For what? To their tastes... Shits. Clever bastards.
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Church? Vermillion... Hmm. Murai thought, remembering her offer.
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I may actually enjoy being a duck, but first things come first... My damned life! Hopefully, things won''t go bad in that church.
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I have some worries, so it''s up to your discretion to think of them, and I don''t want to trouble anyone. <strong style="color: rgba(236, 240, 241, 1)">If you want me to come to the church, I don''t mind that idea any longer, but you should consider it with caution.
Also, I am still a demonic beast in the Centralis Kingdom. A place that is fundamentally, quite a bad<strong style="color: rgba(236, 240, 241, 1)"> place for this sort of duck I am, you know?
The second thing is, if your goodwill is honest, I am not one to be ungrateful. State 2 things that you wish or<strong style="color: rgba(236, 240, 241, 1)"> want to have, or know about and I will do my best to give or answer anything that you have <strong style="color: rgba(236, 240, 241, 1)">in mind.
Third. I am starving... Do you have any kind of nutritious bones, meat, or any kind of meal that I could eat?
I need to get my Vitality running, or I don''t think a week will be enough for my recovery
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I swear to the seven hells, that I will never get myself into such a situation ever again. I swear it. He scowled in the bucket, unable to see anything but glowing bottles above his head. Iris also included her quill, ink, and her notebook.
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