The man’s perfect body didn’t flicker, but exuded a bewitching light, shimmering in all shades of gold. His large eyes resembled glowing blue ice. Those who tried to peer into his freezing eyes felt dizziness and chills. T
The most shocking detail, however, was that his hands and feet radiated deadly cold and snowflakes with every movement. He was charismatic, able to capture the audience’s attention, and respected. The people listened to him with bated breath.
“I think we all look cool, like the new Neanderthals.” Alex grinned, examining his clanmates. “Our first task is to acclimate to this new reality and the resources of the renewed Earth as quickly as possible. This includes our unique ingredients and new abilities and skills. Look at the skills of the former pansies.” He put the data on public display. “I assume we’ll need druids, alchemists, other unique classes, and, of course, everything related to space. At this moment, several thousand ships are hovering in our Solar system. We have access to all of them.”
Temporarily forgetting his nakedness, Alex patted an imaginary pocket of his imaginary trousers. He was surprised to feel a dense but weightless fabric under his palm. His eyebrows raised and his jaw dropped as a hazy black spot and a regular patch pocket with a top flap and a silver clasp appeared.
It’s ecstasy… It’s anything but metal, he thought, touching the clasp. I can’t believe it! What if I create a suit?
From the outside, it might seem that someone had poured a barrel of oil on top of the clan leader. The people barely had time to gasp before this liquid blackness transformed into a beautiful officer’s uniform, emblazoned with an easily visible, bright white clan name and a stylized coat of arms… a snowflake.
“Wow!” Alex uttered, stunned. He made sure the life-giving magic moisture penetrated his body.
How about this? He retrieved a bottle of vodka from his subspace storage.
He unscrewed the cap and poured the vodka on his chest. Not a single drop leaked through the suit.
Alex, arms outstretched, turned his face up to the rain, mentally calling out, Mother Earth, we are your sons and daughters. Help us to become stronger and wiser!
It seemed to him that the Earth had heard him and favorably welcomed his request, as a wave of bliss passed through his body.
“Wow.” He exhaled, knelt, kissed his palm, and pressed it to the ground, bowing his head. This was something to ponder.
The people around him tried to create clothes as he had done, tension reflected on their faces. Despite their best efforts, none succeeded.
Alex, noticing their disappointment, raised his hand. “Friends, do not fret. I am sure you will succeed before long. Upgrade your imaginative thinking and skills.
“With your permission, I will now continue. As I said, there are several thousand spaceships within our Solar system, and we have access to all of them. So, if someone has an ability related to space, a multitude of interstellar spaceships are awaiting captains.
“The best part, I have saved for last — receiving and distributing dividends and studying the Earth’s biosphere.” Alex reviewed the bonuses for the destruction of the Reaper and the Supreme Homos. The message, especially the hidden calculations of the prize money, took extra time.
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Attention! Attention! Attention! Global event!
The leader of the Ice Vigor clan, player Alex Phoenix, as part of a small group, destroyed the Reaper spaceship in orbit of planet Earth. The crew of 41,356 Supreme Homo-3s died a final death.
Supreme Net Administrator,
Eteho Rhythm
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Alex thought he had gotten used to global alerts. However, the award points still stunned him.
Tense minutes passed as he struggled with his own greed and pride.
What if I put all these points into my stats? This will probably give me the ability to grow wings, or something cooler…
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Reward:
Charisma — 400
Destruction of the Reaper spaceship — 300 000 levels (4 500 000 stat points)
Destruction of the Supreme Homo-3s — 164 000 levels (2 460 000 stat points)
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Nearly seven million stat points. Whew.
Alex shook his head, wiped the water from his face, and made faced AK-47. I’ll start with you, bro, Alex decided, pointing at his companion. “AK-47, come closer.”
Like lightning, he snapped to attention. “Yes, Commander Phoenix!”
Wait a bit, I’ll make you happy, soldier.
Alex patted his friend’s shoulder. “Gain three thousand levels and one million credos! Congratulations!”
With gentle hands, he turned AK-47 around and nudged him forward. The man seemed lost. On stiff legs, AK-47 proceeded, looking around as if he were in an alley full of hooligans, his pockets stuffed with cash.
Alex rumbled in a voice amplified by magic, “Come, and receive gifts in honor of the revival of the Earth and the ancient races!”
As if out of nowhere, a column of light illuminated Alex. A message that appeared before his eyes nearly blinded him.
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Player Phoenix!
Firstborn obtained (Fatherly minding — randomly)
Available: Fatherly minding (subordinates)
Available: Transfer of skills (ban — randomly)
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Alex scratched his head in disbelief. No sudden moves. Is someone looking fatherly after me? It sounds tempting, of course, but what are the consequences? I’ve always wanted to have a family, but this is too unexpected. W
Where are you, Mom and Dad?
Alex peering up at the raining skies. It thundered deafeningly, and a column of light illuminated Alex again. He crouched, resisting the increasing pressure.
Another message popped up.
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Mother’s blessing (regardless of level, scalable)
Collective (range 30 yards, 3 minutes per day)
Complete healing (three waves)
All protective characteristics + 100%
All attacking characteristics + 40%
Mother’s kiss (respawn of the fallen, range 30 yards, three waves)
Individual (duration 30 minutes)
Complete healing (three waves)
All protective characteristics + 100%
All attacking
