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Tenacious - 3

“Hey, you,” someone’s hoarse and slightly sleep-deprived voice comes from the direction of the gate, “who are you?”

- I? — I raised my eyes and looked questioningly at the observation deck, where someone’s carcass could be seen.

Most likely, this is a guard who is now watching from the wall what is happening below, but the sun beating into his eyes does not make it clearer. Although by the voice it’s definitely some kind of guy.

Looking closer, I understand that it was a man in armor who spoke to me, although this is not visible from the face, protected by a helmet and looking at me against the sun, but the aura does not lie, and judging by it, just a representative of the human race He's talking to me now. It wasn’t very comfortable for me to look up, but still, having looked closer (it’s strange, before my eyes seemed to adapt only to the darkness, but now I could see many details and details even against the light), I understand that he is middle-aged, dark eyes, a broken, flattened nose , a scar coming out from under the helmet and crossing the eyebrow. Well, and not surprisingly, he is unshaven...

But that's just like me.

During the three days that I got to this town and wandered around the surrounding forests and small swamps until I got out onto the road leading here, I somehow neglected some personal hygiene products, such as, for example, daily shaving... Although I have I had everything I needed, but somehow I had no time for that these few days. So he was looking at me from the wall like a completely ordinary person. Not too different from myself, if we judge our similarities only by our appearance. He was armed, apparently, with a spear; behind his back he could see a bow and, in my opinion, the hilt of a sword. True, he is kind of gloomy...

And his gaze is painfully tenacious.

It seems like he asked with some laziness, but for some reason it doesn’t seem like ordinary idle curiosity to me. He takes his responsibilities very seriously.

Maybe I thought this way because it’s not for nothing that several rather large crossbows with magic arrows placed on them are now pointed at me, hidden in niches located under the crest of the wall. And the arrows are not all simple ones. At least three elements, different types of energy and a couple of spells are woven into them.

But this is done in a very unique way, as if this thing is not intended for one person, but was specially created for several types of creatures, which should have some kind of additional effect on them. At the same time, they practically do not shine with magic, hiding their capabilities within their field.

And the bow behind the guard’s back is a deception, so that the one who sees it does not think about another throwing weapon, which may also be there, well, or there are some reasons for wearing it.

“Strange and unusual,” I assessed this whole situation in general.

I have never been greeted like this before.

Even at the outpost, which was practically all the time “in constant combat readiness mode, where we, the whole rather large crowd of novice magicians, had to go through, well, and, in fact, we went through our practice, when we first appeared there. And security was arranged there a little more thoroughly, perhaps.

An incomprehensible dissonance of perception is created.

There are practically no guards on the wall, the one in front of me, and a couple more further along the wall, but there are, as it seems to me, very powerful crossbows, and having assessed the working mechanisms myself, from the angle that I can see.

I didn’t notice any magical constructs for controlling these small arms...

Hence the scope of the conclusion.

“Managing them has nothing to do with magic,” and I look again and understand.

“It’s not for nothing that he never raised his second hand from behind the wall.”

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Book 1

Konstantin Muravyov. Tenacious"

If the circumstances were such that you were simply left with no other choice but to go to another world, then why not? Use it. All the same, nothing holds you in this world since birth. Your goal was destroyed, your aspirations were trampled. Yes, and you yourself were written off. You are no longer needed. Moreover, it is dangerous. Maybe you will follow the lead of those who are pursuing you? Or you will take that one step that no one expects from you. And even though where you end up, you will become unlucky and strange for everyone, but at least you will have a chance to start all over again. And survive.

Book 2

Konstantin Muravyov. Far Outpost

If you found yourself in a strange and unusual world, managed not to die on the way here, and even managed to somehow get settled in a new place, this does not mean that everything is already over. This only means that you managed to dodge the first attack that fate had in store for you. And soon you will be convinced of this. After all, this first attack is most often a test. They're testing you. They try to find your weaknesses and pain points. And therefore - get ready. Even a simple and not too burdensome trip can turn out to be a real challenge and a struggle for survival. But you're not used to it. After all, in this world, it’s not for nothing that your seemingly simple and ordinary name is translated as Tenacious.

Book 3

Konstantin Muravyov. Peekaboo

And again you found yourself somewhere unknown. And again he must survive and return. But this time everything is much more complicated. You have been drawn into the games of the gods. The best bloodhounds they could find and set on you are following you. And you understand that you need time to understand what is happening and understand where to expect the next blow. But the main thing is that you know that if they hit you, they will hit your loved ones and relatives. And therefore, in order to protect them, you start your own game. A game of hide and seek for survival with the gods. And you can't lose. But can you win?

Book 4

Konstantin Muravyov. Closed worlds

If you made a deal and found yourself in a world that could scare even the god of death and from which no one has yet been able to get out, this does not mean that there is no way out of it. It's just that no one has found him yet. And now you have all eternity to find your path leading beyond this incomprehensible closed world. Just don’t forget that eternity and immortality are two different things. And in order to live life, you also need to survive. But it’s not for nothing that you were once called Tenacious. True, you don’t know yet that such a world is not the only one. But this knowledge still needs to be achieved. After all, the path leading beyond this world may not be here at all.

Konstantin Muravyov

Tenacious. Book three

Closed worlds

Nobody knows where. The outskirts of some small town.

“Hey, you,” someone’s hoarse and slightly sleep-deprived voice comes from the direction of the gate, “who are you?”

I? - I raised my eyes and looked questioningly at the observation deck, where someone’s carcass could be seen.

Most likely, this is a guard who is now watching from the wall what is happening below, but the sun beating into his eyes does not make it clearer. Although by the voice it’s definitely some kind of guy.

Looking closer, I understand that it was a man in armor who spoke to me, although this is not visible from the face, protected by a helmet and looking at me against the sun, but the aura does not lie, and judging by it, just a representative of the human race He's talking to me now. It wasn’t very comfortable for me to look up, but still, having looked closer (it’s strange, before my eyes seemed to adapt only to the darkness, but now I could see many details and details even against the light), I understand that he is middle-aged, dark eyes, a broken, flattened nose , a scar coming out from under the helmet and crossing the eyebrow. Well, and not surprisingly, he is unshaven...

But that's just like me.

During the three days that I got to this town and wandered around the surrounding forests and small swamps until I got out onto the road leading here, I somehow neglected some personal hygiene products, such as, for example, daily shaving... Although I have I had everything I needed, but somehow I had no time for that these few days. So he was looking at me from the wall like a completely ordinary person. Not too different from myself, if we judge our similarities only by our appearance. He was armed, apparently, with a spear; behind his back he could see a bow and, in my opinion, the hilt of a sword. True, he is kind of gloomy...

And his gaze is painfully tenacious.

It seems like he asked with some laziness, but for some reason it doesn’t seem like ordinary idle curiosity to me. He takes his responsibilities very seriously.

Maybe I thought this way because it’s not for nothing that several rather large crossbows with magic arrows placed on them are now pointed at me, hidden in niches located under the crest of the wall. And the arrows are not all simple ones. At least three elements, different types of energy and a couple of spells are woven into them.

But this is done in a very unique way, as if this thing is not intended for one person, but was specially created for several types of creatures, which should have some kind of additional effect on them. At the same time, they practically do not shine with magic, hiding their capabilities within their field.

And the bow behind the guard’s back is a deception, so that the one who sees it does not think about another throwing weapon, which may also be there, well, or there are some reasons for wearing it.

“Strange and unusual,” I assessed this whole situation in general.

I have never been greeted like this before.

Even at the outpost, which was practically all the time “in constant combat readiness mode, where we, the whole rather large crowd of novice magicians, had to go through, well, and, in fact, we went through our practice, when we first appeared there. And security was arranged there a little more thoroughly, perhaps.

An incomprehensible dissonance of perception is created.

There are practically no guards on the wall, the one in front of me, and a couple more further along the wall, but there are, as it seems to me, very powerful crossbows, and having assessed the working mechanisms myself, from the angle that I can see.

I didn’t notice any magical constructs for controlling these small arms...

Hence the scope of the conclusion.

“Managing them has nothing to do with magic,” and I look again and understand.

“It’s not for nothing that he never raised his second hand from behind the wall.”

Apparently he holds it on some kind of lever or button, controlling me and my actions.

That’s why there are no other guards on the wall, only a little further in both directions...

And it’s even more strange that I can’t feel anyone in the city.

And this was no less strange and incomprehensible to me.

There are people on the wall, but no one behind it. Either I don't understand something, or there's something wrong here. Or maybe I'm looking in the wrong place...

Looking back...

“No,” I realized, “the magical background there is replete with various living and inanimate auras of various creatures and objects.”

I turn back and peer at the very wall rising in front of me.

“So, what is this?” - I didn’t notice right away, but the entire town is surrounded along the perimeter by a magical field, which runs inside the masonry wall.

“Why is this?” - there is only one answer to this question asked to oneself.

So that those who may come or look towards the city from the outside do not understand that it is here at all, or who and how long is inside it.

Unusual defense. I never even thought about this.

But this is only the final goal, and the reasons for such a strange defense are not very clear to me.

Or someone doesn’t want unknown people to find this city, but this is stupid, because there is a road leading to it, I’ve reached it. This means that these are not those who will think of walking along it...

Either this someone doesn’t want to show that there are more people in the city than there really should be.

But this is something more similar to the truth...

“Although,” and I once again drew attention to the wall.

Perhaps the first option should not be discarded...

But I chose the prerequisite for installing such protection a little wrong...

After all, maybe this protection is not from intelligent beings. And from those who focus on the magical field or aura.

And there definitely are such people, I don’t know about this world, but judging by the dense magical field of this world, they certainly should exist.

I myself have repeatedly met similar ones in the Great Forest and the Ice Wastes.

And if we assume that such monsters do not live here in some isolated territory, separated from the rest of the world by a huge fault or almost impassable mountains, then this protection in some way hides the city from those who can find it along such a magical trail , left behind by people living here or by an increased concentration of certain magical artifacts, amulets and other things, which must certainly accompany any concentration of people living in this world, which is too full of magical energy.

Hm. But this is quite logical...

Then this small number of guards is also understandable, which gives a not very strong magical light indicating their presence.

By the way, there are similar artifacts on them, it’s just that I first noticed this particular field designed to hide the guard’s aura, and only then, surprised by its very aura, some kind of limitation and poverty, I guessed that it was a person.

And in this case, such unusual enhanced precautions became quite obvious and understandable precisely to combat those who might find themselves under the walls of the city...

After all, crossbows were scattered not only near the road, I noticed this when examining the Crest of the Wall, but also, it seems, along its entire perimeter.

At least that was the case everywhere within my visibility.

What more can be said?

Now, having realized that the aura of this guard was in some way distorted deliberately, in order to hide it from external detection, I took a closer look at it.

Not a magician. Although the field is still somewhat strange.

But with such a concentration of magical energy in this world, this is not surprising.

I haven’t seen anything like this even in the Great Forest or the Ice Wastes.

So here, by definition, everyone must have at least some predisposition to work with magic.

And if we talk about the guard who controls me, then in magical terms he looks like a seeker or ranger, but somehow unfinished. This same aura or field is very unstructured.

The third book sucks, the author apparently had a mini-stroke, and then atherosclerosis began to progress.... His GG is like super cool, but doesn’t use his abilities, constant tediousness on 8 pages out of 10, like GG’s thoughts: here’s the air, I’ll tell him I’m breathing, which means I have something to breathe, and that kind of nonsense. Everyone around is surprised, these are the ambiguous people, and such surprises on every page from the same people. As a result, it turns out that everyone was surprised by the human a hundred times over 3 days, and the author made sure to write it down. Around the hero are elves, magicians who have lived for more than a thousand years, and they are all stupid, and the GG explains to them, like children, obvious things about the world where they have lived for these thousand years, look at the air, and if you breathe it, then this air is safe for you. The stupidity is off the charts. GG has a lot of abilities and more, but he doesn’t use them, he goes to war with an enemy that is obviously weak for him and says to his stupid friends: I most likely won’t survive. And then immediately a bunch of snot from stupid friends for a couple of pages. In short: I do not recommend reading the third book. Save your nerves.

If you find yourself in a world from which no one has yet been able to get out, this does not mean that there is no way out, it only means that no one has found it yet. And if you find yourself in a situation where you have hit a wall and there is no path leading forward, look back, perhaps you just chose the wrong direction. And you now have an entire eternity to find exactly your path, leading beyond the boundaries of this incomprehensible Closed World. But we must not forget that eternity and immortality are two different things. And in order to live it, you also need to survive. But it’s not for nothing that you were once called Tenacious. True, you may not know that such a world may not be the only one.

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