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I destroy, it means, another mistake. I'm not bothering anyone (everything is through the code) and then... BAM!
I ended up somewhere. And where exactly is unknown. The only reality available to me is that I hit the ground painfully. Hmm, I sat for a couple of minutes, stuck it in nowhere, but I got up, dusted myself off and looked around... Well, myopia is my old enemy, I can only say that everything is green. I calmly take my glasses out of my jacket and put them on. The picture has become clearer, but... It looks like they need to be changed again. Heck.
It looks like I landed in the woods.
“Fuck,” I say, shortly but pretty damn eloquent.
I still decide to get into the code. And... and fucking. I can't view the fucking code. That is, before that he could have been practically all his life, but now, bitch, no. To put it mildly, the question is brewing: why? what for? and where the fuck am I after all?!
- Ha... Calm down... Breathe... - I mutter, running my hand through my hair, and then looking up to the sky, I am. It's day in the forest. The firmament is of an ordinary blue color, I see a few clouds. I start counting them. One, two, three, four, five... Twenty-three... It seems, everything, calmed down.
I remember that I can dig not only in the code. I'm trying to open a portal. The key word is trying. Yeah, yes, it didn't work out again. Next on the list are threads.
- Holy Azgore, - I breathe. Twirling the blue threads that appeared in different ways. - Something already, - a little joy.
Further on, a bone appears in my hand. That one is still the same red and with the words "error". Minus one more concern.
I decide to get out of this forest, hoping that the whole universe does not consist of it. I take a step, second, third... I stop abruptly, with a grin on my face.
- Teleportation.
To begin with, I try to move only two meters, you never know what other failures in magic. For the beauty of the whole action, I snapped my fingers and teleport!
- Yes! - Carries between tall trees.
I think about one and a half kilometers should be enough. Let's omit the part of thoughts in which I am still worried about possible failures and errors... I would not want to get stuck in space.
Voila la! And I... But actually, where? I look around quickly. There is a forest behind me, on the sides and in front the same thing. But it is worth walking literally five meters and it appears to my gaze...
- Park? - There are clearly fewer trees, here and there benches, lanterns and paths. You can even see a couple of errors from here.
I quickly made a decision to walk. You never know what...
I walk calmly, bothering no one and feel the strange glances of rare passers-by. And why is not clear. Just think, a very, very unusual face, and the body is surrounded by many inscriptions "error"... Nothing unusual.
In general, I still leave the park and freeze. Around, if you do not look back, tall buildings, a couple of speckled inscriptions fall into the eye... What is remarkable, they are in a different language. Maybe I have some obvious problems right now, but I am quite capable of distinguishing English from any other.
On the Surface (which is nowhere more obvious) with a foreign language.
- Just fucking, - I breathe out. Several people move away from me, hearing a raspy voice.
I "enter" the city, and my stomach growls. I had to decide to eat after destroying that alternative! Damn her. I almost wave my hand to open the portal. I remember in time that now, alas, this ability is not available to me. The question arises: how to get food? And instantly the answer appears:
- Steal as usual.
Now I wander the streets in search of a suitable "dark alley". Teleportation, of course, is good, but it is better not to risk it and stay quiet for now.
While I walk like this, evening comes. I've already robbed three people. Unfortunately only one had some kind of small bun. But all three have kindly provided their wallets. I have no idea how to use the money here, so we continue to search for food.
So, I found a place, after about ten minutes and a new victim!..
***
Patrol. Nothing unusual, stopped a couple of fights and nothing more. Then I hear a noise and go in his direction. From the roof I peer into the alley. There are two guys.
- Do you have food? - One asks in a strange voice. This is English?
- Wh-what? - Frightened and nervously asks the second.
- Food, - slowly repeats the first one.
- Oh, y-yes, here you are, - apparently, the victim quickly takes out a package and, while the foreigner examines it, hastily leaves.
I think this guy should be detained after all. I go down, grab him with ribbons, he is indignant:
- What the fuck, old man?
- You are under arrest.
- Fuck, - the foreigner comments very succinctly.
As we walk to the nearest site, I ask:
- How old are you?
- Um... About thirty? Sorry, but I don't remember, glitch, - I don't think it's true. - By the way, could you untie me already?.. - The guy growls.
- No, - I'm sure he understood me.