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.