Nullform #1: RealRPG Series полностью

His commands went mostly unheeded. There was no way he’d be able to get the tourniquet on, and the stupid, cowardly orc would bleed out. I filled my voice with steel and roared angrily:

“Stop moving, you fuck! Lie still! Legs out! If you twitch again, I’ll cut off your head, you cowardly little bitch! The system ordered us to save you or your corpse from the pluxes — it’s up to you which one! Now lie still!”

The orc sprawled out on the blood-soaked floor — red blood mixed with green. I glanced over at the big plux pinned to the wall. Yorka was still stabbing what was now dead meat. I took her by the shoulder and pulled her towards me, gasping slightly at the pain in my elbow. This girl was really coming along. Bask, too. Looking at the insane grin that still lit up her face, I gave her an order.

“Help Bask with that cowardly piece of shit.”

“O-okay,” she panted.

Holy shit... She looked like she had just had the best orgasm of her life, a blissful expression on her face as she absentmindedly wiped the green blood off her cheek with the back of her hand. Green blood and red blood. Another quick glance at the limp plux confirmed that this one bled red.

“Just don’t move, man,” came Yorka’s hoarse voice, trying to placate the wounded orc.

I looked towards the Cursed Bridge to make sure hallway 30 was empty, then dragged the plux closer to the wounded man and pulled out the club. I cast an angry sideways glance at the orc and said:

“Don’t coddle this piece of garbage. He’s a coward, a traitor! He left his own team behind and ran!”

“I...” The orc lifted his forehead from the pool of blood. “I... They all died! All of them! That’s why I ran!”

Oh, now he livens up. How quickly he had come to. His life wasn’t in danger any more, and he could staunchly defend his manly reputation.

“Shut up!” I said through gritted teeth. “Fucking liar! When I kicked you in the face and stopped your terrified howling, there were still screams coming from the Cursed Bridge! Someone was still alive out there, and judging by the sounds, they were fighting! What? Thought no one would find out, scum? You forgot how well the wind carries sound. You abandoned your friends! Abandoned those who entrusted their lives to you! Bastard. Believe me — if we were down some death path right now, somewhere out of the way, I’d cut your stinking head right off your shoulders! And drown it in the nearest toilet!”

Silence fell.

Yorka and Bask tightened the tourniquets in silence. The dead plux’s paw twitched. The orc buried his forehead into the floor again, covering his ears with his hands, and fell silent. I swung my arm and threw the club I had been using at the ground near his shoulder. The coward shuddered and shrank back. I’m gonna have to wash my hands really well after this.

Receive party combat jobs (compulsory)?

Yes / No.

I decided to answer later.

I sighed and picked up the awl Yorka had tossed aside. I noted she had hooked the club back into her belt — she was picking up the habit.

I checked my interface. My finance section showed that the system had already paid out.

Balance: 50 sol.

Ten sol for each job.

Did we get a reward for killing the pluxes, too?

“Goblins! Zombies! Did you get compensation for the pluxes we killed?” I looked towards main 29 and saw a dome right above the intersection.

“I got compensation for two!” Said Bask. “Fifteen sol each.”

“I got it for two, too! Fifteen and twenty!”

“Excellent,” I grinned, satisfied. “I want you both walking around in pants tomorrow. Yorka, you help Bask buy some.”

“Sure! Can I buy yellow pants?”

“No. Gray or black for work. But personal stuff, I don’t care — get nasty pink socks if you want.”

“Pink isn’t nasty...”

“We have another job.”

“Blow up and die!” Yorka jumped up, grabbed her club, and peered into the empty hallway. Bask froze, awl at the ready.

“Relax. It’s not a combat job, but it’s not a fun one either. We have to take this.” I jabbed the toe of my sneaker into the orc lying at my feet, “to the nearest medblock. It’s a party job, doesn’t pay that much, and optional. Nine sol total. Should we take it, or should we leave this piece of shit right here in this puddle?”

No one answered. I looked at the faces of my party members, intrigued. Yorka was the first to give in and, hiding her eyes, muttered:

“I mean, we should take him to the medblock, really.”

Bask lowered his face, coughing.

“We should help him.”

“I’d vote to leave this trash here,” I said sincerely. “I wouldn’t even bandage him up. But fine. We’ll help him. Hey! Can you hear me?”

The orc shook silently.

“Hey!”

“I hear you... I hear you...”

“Get up!”

“My legs…”

“Stand up, you little shit! Get up now, before I shove this club up your stinking ass! Get up!”

The groaning orc got heavily to his feet. We led him forward — he was trying not to look down at the terrifying wounds on his legs.