Nullform #1: RealRPG Series полностью

“No way.” I stopped her. “No running. Let go of my hand, stand up straight, and smile.”

“What?”

“Smile!” I snarled. “We have act natural in front of everyone. Just walk, talk to me.”

“Did you really kill them? Or did you just hurt them? Make it clear we’re no one to mess with?”

“They’re gone, Yorka. The bastards are gone for good. The problem is almost solved.”

“What have we done… What have we done…”

We. That word was like music to my goblin ears! I suddenly realized we were going to be in this together for a long time. She was not the kind of person to stay out of trouble, to do anything to keep her hands clean. And, more importantly, she was trying to act, not panic. She didn’t always succeed, but that was nothing a little practice couldn’t fix.

“We need to lay low!”

So predictable…

I frowned and shook my head.

“No we don’t. Right now we’re going to walk calmly to intersection 17, stopping at a medblock on the way. As soon as we get a new job we’ll do it, no rush. Calm down, Yorka. No one saw anything!”

“But they all saw us arguing!”

“And they heard us, too.” I nodded. “But they didn’t see me kill those bastards. They know nothing, they can only speculate. And speculation doesn’t prove anything, you know.”

“I know that. But the ones coming after us don’t give a damn!”

“Who’s coming after us, exactly?” I was glad that Yorka had calmed down and we were able to blend in with the crowd of orcs and goblins. “Those three? I don’t think they realized what happened yet. They must be still waiting in ambush.”

“Oh, right! I forgot about those guys!”

Huh. So she hadn’t been talking about dead Johnny the Lion’s three henchman when she said ‘the ones coming after us’.

“How did you even pull that off?” Yorka looked at me. “Three of them?”

“It’s pretty easy if you know what you’re doing.”

“Who the hell are you?”

“No idea. But I really want to find out.” I paused for a moment. “It’s all just wrong.”

“Of course it’s wrong! Cutting them down without a second thought!”

“That’s not what I mean. Everything around me is wrong.” I tried to explain. “Things shouldn’t be like this. I know that.”

“What are you talking about? That brawl, you mean?”

“No. I mean, the Outskirts, zombies, goblins, orcs... it’s not right! Every morning, when I crawl out of my capsule and watch the goblins stand in line for food, I realize that something’s wrong. Completely wrong.”

“How would you know that?”

“I don’t know. I guess that’s not the right word. I mean, I feel it. I can sense it. There’s something seriously wrong with this place. And I have to get my memory back so I can figure out what’s wrong.”

“Get your memory back?” She scoffed. “Yeah, dream on! You’re a nullbie, I’m a nullbie. Memories aren’t for the likes of us.”

“Who told you that?”

“Nobody! That’s just the way it is! We’re volitional nullform. Nullform don’t deserve to have memories. Like cockroaches.”

“No way. That’s so wrong! Nobody has the right to take my memories. They’re my life. What am I without my memory? Nothing!”

“That’s none of our concern for now! Wait! Let’s turn here. There’s a medblock this way, plus the hallway is wide and busy.”

“Got it.”

“Those three… Are they following us?”

“No,” I said confidently. “They probably haven’t found the bodies yet. Johnny was an idiot. A huge, arrogant idiot. He sent his main strike team to set a trap for us, then blocked our path himself. He wanted to watch us run in fear from him, only to be caught by the ambush team and be at his mercy. He wanted to deal with us personally, without his boys. To prove to them — and everyone — that no one can mess with him, the huge, powerful Lion. That he’s strong, scary, and unforgiving. He was a fool to underestimate his enemy.”

“Those three are going to find us.”

“I’m ninety percent sure they won’t even come near us.” I grinned. “We’re dangerous. And grunts like them avoid danger. Why look for trouble when you can just keep sucking your sheep dry, staying clear of the wolves like us?”

“Who are you, goblin?”

I laughed. “I’ll let you know as soon as I find out.”

“And that elven flower… That’s what you killed them with? Damn. Well, here’s the medblock. Don’t worry about me — a dome passes here every thirty seconds. Let me hold that deadly thing.”

“Here. I’ll be back soon,” I promised, and stood in front of the door. “Eleven!”

Eleven. (ORL).

Objective?

“Checkup.”

Balance: 21 sol.

Debt status: No debt.

The door opened with a soft sound, revealing a small room with a familiar chair. I went inside. The door closed and a short animated video of a man lying down on the chair played. I didn’t even have to undress. And no cute nurses to comfort this poor goblin. I sat down obediently.

Balance: 19 sol.

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