Boy Frank? woke up and saw a room painted red. He got the knowledge that by infecting? Masters at the last appointment, he turned it into an incubator for awakening. And that abyss that absorbed energy was nothing else but BLAC, which did not physically exist in this body. He created himself through the accumulation of energy. An explanation has surfaced, there is no need to understand what happened if the result can be achieved. Is he Frank, or just a poor guy who is unlucky enough to receive my legacy in the form of memory, consciousness. Frank tried to remember his life in the old world, but only fragmentary memories were obtained. He tried to contact BLAC, but he was silent, but gave the knowledge about the lack of energy, and that all doubts now do not make sense. He is the slave who killed the Master. He is an 8 year old boy. And he’s in big trouble.
The boy instructed the nanobiobots to explore the area, but was quickly answered that these were not nanobiobots. It is something with a similar function, created from local energy, ether, mana, slaves from different regions called it differently. Also, their concept seems to be a little different depending on the profession, you use it in your own way.
Technically, his level matched that of an untrained child, but his knowledge and experience from escaping made him a potential Warlock or something like a Necromancer. At least if he can repeat what he did there he will be able to portray these professions. He remembered the techniques on the sheets, these were techniques for children who only came into contact with energy. They allowed you to absorb energy from the world for slow replenishment.
After analyzing the body, he was forced to admit that BLAC was right, the body structure is the same as that of artificial people. The superfluous details of the organs, which were supposedly assigned for recognition, in fact interacted with the energy of this world. This boy lived for a very long time, apparently part of the energy was spent on maintaining the state of the body, until the possibility of rebirth.
Lost in thought, he decided that since he was not very sure that he was Frank, or a slave-boy who did not even have a name, and with the change of BLAC, he would call himself Blank. Much knowledge from a past life is not available, most likely for avoiding cognitive dissonance, because a lot of things are felt differently. I don’t know it, I can feel it. Therefore, I am a blank slate.
Giggling at the play on words, he tensed. Frank was not the happiest person. In response, he received the knowledge that the mental age of the body is still 8 years old. And this is at the hormonal level, regardless of his consciousness. Not bad, I hope you will protect me from bad memories, at least unnecessary ones, I feel that I lacked a positive attitude.
“OK”
We need a plan to avoid a bad outcome of this situation.
“Eat all the materials in this room, we’ll create something.”
The idea was terrible, many of the materials not only looked nauseous, but those that looked good tasted nauseous.
As a result, Blank spat out some substance. And got the knowledge, this garbage is an artifact, with at least the effect of avoiding the attention of non-cultivators.
How did you do this?
“Nohow, it came out by itself“
It’s just that in the process of recombination this effect was achieved, it is quite useful, since in this colony, if nothing has changed much, there are only 3 cultivators for 17 thousand people. One has already died, the chance of getting caught is practically non-existent.
Basically, cultivators are strengthening themselves, or trying to extend their life. So it is not possible to meet them on patrol, other people will not notice you, and only feel discomfort being around, and try to keep on. So hold this in hand and look for a way out.
Even Blank himself has experienced great discomfort, and wanted to throw it away.
You are an ordinary person, it acts on you just like on others, as long as you keep it you know about it, if you don’t find it, and until the cultivator stumbles upon it, everyone will consider this place cursed.
Why can’t you spawn nanobots and wreak havoc as before?
There are no materials for their production, or rather, they are different, other conditions, strong energy fields envelop this world. It took almost a hundred years to adapt and create analogs, but their functions turn out to be different. Also lack of energy, apparently those kidnappers were very powerful and rich, in these places there are practically no rare metals, and energy-rich ingredients. This alchemist could make a low-grade elixir from a heap of garbage, but even this took most of his savings. By changing our location, we may find resources to improve the situation. While those analogs of bots will be used to a minimum, since we have little energy to use them, and there are no resources to replenish them.
So we are at the bottom, as in all these tales and short stories, will we start from the bottom and reach the top?
When surplus energy appears, it will be necessary to cleanse these children’s hormones, and the thirst for adventure from your brain. Judging by the analysis, the Company that produced artificial people came from this world. They have all their designs here, do you think that if you didn’t publish your nanobiobots, they didn’t find your records?
Even if they didn’t find it, they still have access to more primitive models, your main achievement BLAC. This is what amplified the nanobiobots. But in general, this is not a great technology. Just getting some of the data, they easily counteract you.
Weird. This coat of arms, flask and knife, seems to belong to a righteous organization. And that slender nobleman had a different coat of arms on his clothes. Skull with pierced eye sockets didn’t look righteous.
There are no righteous and sinners in the world, there are simple people, and they do what is convenient for them at the moment. But there is most likely an element with spies. Judging by the coat of arms, the righteous organization is engaged in science and weapons. Others are more likely to be espionage and murder. That’s why you were kidnapped, and not invited to a new laboratory. I will assume that you were pumped with high-quality elixirs in order to be transported to this world as soon as possible, and chained in an underground laboratory to create Super killers.
Yet the righteous organization did not create problems, and perhaps stimulated the development of our medicine? Are they righteous?
We only make superficial assumptions with a lack of input data. They could just sell you to the assassins, and keep you at the transition base until they took you away. Enough guesses, we must run, while I filter out a little of the memories in order to destroy your faith in people.
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The head of the colony woke up from yet another recoil, not a successful breakthrough. Spitting blood into a bowl, he walked over to his work table and began to read the fresh reports with a frown. The disgusting taste of the alchemist’s potion still lingered in his mouth. He needs to break a couple of bones so that next time he can add flavorings, and that is, there is a suspicion that I already know what the s*** tastes like.
The report said that an evil wraith may have wound up on the territory. Something invisible moved and scared off the slaves and guards. A couple of the guards who tried to attack it nearly choked on vomit in the process.
The head of the colony swore, spat, and went to the alchemist. His strength is not enough to calm the wraith, but if the alchemist gives a couple of the necessary potions, the problem is not difficult to solve. Wraiths do not often appear in areas with low magic saturation, but considering how many slaves are killed here every day, this is quite expected. Wraiths are not particularly dangerous on their own in open areas, but if he infiltrates the mines, many slaves will die in vain.
Wraiths often just play pranks, if they cannot kill anyone, they will move to another place. But this colony is on the edge of the wasteland. The nearest town in a month’s journey on a wyvern. So this guest is here for a long time.
Entering the Alchemist’s office, the Head of the Colony got scared … he saw a room stained with blood, and a metallic taste appeared in his mouth. No doubt the Alchemist is dead and perhaps this wraith is he. The head of the colony heard that sometimes alchemists make mistakes, sometimes very critical ones, and sometimes they do not die peacefully.
Judging by the empty shelves, he was not the first to come here, he ordered the guards to conduct a search and find out who stole the ingredients. He himself quickly sent an “Emergency Letter” to his superiors, describing the problem. If wraith starts to haunt the slaves, there will be no one to work.
Even if some nearby fort has a cultivator on duty, it will take him several days to get here. And the aura of his approach can frighten off wraith and he will hide. We need to check him, mb I can scare him off myself. And the head of the colony moved to the place of the last report.
Along the way, he saw many frightened slaves, servants, and guards, who were examined by another colleague of his, a healer. Of course he was more of a torturer than a healer. An intelligent healer would never be sent to this remote colony. It was enough to detect and forestall the plague, carrying out massive autodafés.
The head of the colony was not a kind guy. But sometimes he had nightmares from the actions of the Alchemist and Healer. The healer said most likely the matter is not in wraith, rather it is a kind of monster, with the skill of stealth, and a means of self-defense causing rejection and vomiting, the alchemist will be happy to get a rare specimen.Most likely it is weak, so no one died.
Yeah, no one died except the Alchemist, who was scattered around his laboratory, the Head of the colony grunted angrily.
Failed experiment? – The Healer specified, turning slightly pale.
I thought this wraith is our Alchemist, what’s his name by the way? I will have to write a report.
I don’t know, he was here before my arrival, I already managed to forget my name, a damn place with these restrictions.
The head of the colony nodded in understanding, he had also forgotten his name long ago, but he knew that it was written in the letter with the appointment that he would receive after completing his service here. Unlike the healer, he knew that they not just forgot the name, it was erased from memory due to the peculiarities of the area. Otherwise, this mine would have been developed long ago, and there was no reason to bring here thousands of living dead. His childhood friend warned him about the specifics of the appointment at this place. It is very dangerous and very safe at the same time. If you are here alone and do nothing in one day, you can forget how to breathe, although basically it feels like you just lose your personality, but you fully remember your task and how to perform it.If I remembered the name of this place, I bet it’s called Damned Forgotten Mines.
If this is a monster we can cope with it, if wraith then we should be able to drive it away.
Having split up, they moved in the direction indicated by the slaves, trying not to completely lose sight of each other. Suddenly, the head of the colony heard the whine of the healer. And I saw him hiding behind a mountain with unprocessed metal ore. Moving in the direction he saw a boy about 8 years old walking along the path into the forest with a frightened expression on his face. There was something in his hands, something that reminded the Head of the Colony of the recently drunk potion. He remembered this boy, he had seen him more than once at the Alchemist’s. Surely this senile really makes potions out of s***, the head of the colony thought.
He jumped up to the boy, and putting his hand on his head asked, “What happened?” “What’s in your hand?” “Where are you going?”
The boy, in a panic, began to choke with saliva, said brokenly, “Alchemist” “Very bad” “We must take it away, throw it away.”
The head of the colony realized that something had happened to the Alchemist, something bad, and now it was necessary to get rid of the unsuccessful experiment. He himself felt a strong rejection for the substance in the boy’s hand. He asked “Where is it from?”
The boy showed with a gesture that he vomited by this.
After clarifying this after the death of the Alchemist?
After the death of the Master, the boy answered.
The head of the colony, with some melanochia, motioned the boy to go. He knew that those who are bound by the Slave Master contract die after completing all of the Master’s commands. Apparently the boy was there during the experiment, and saw everything that happened, and now he is doing his last will.
When the boy disappeared among the trees, the healer quickly ran up, asking, “Why did you let this go? Did you even talk about something with this?”
What do you mean with this? This is the slave boy of the Alchemist, as I understand it, he carries in his hands the result of an unsuccessful experiment, which … which …
The head of the colony began to fall into a stupor while he was talking to the boy, the picture of what had happened was perfectly understandable, but now he began to feel incomplete, contradictory. What happened, who is this boy, why is everyone afraid of him? What happened in the experiment? He felt as if he had begun to actively lose his memory, the healer once took out a wreath of thorns and put it on his head. The boss tried to resist, but something inside said that he had to obey. When the wreath dug thorns into his head. The glamor passed, and breathing heavily, he asked, “why were you scared of him?”
The healer bashfully said, I was not sure what we were going to face, and threw a dice of the oracle, and they showed me death or oblivion. Given that death was shown as the best outcome.
The head of the colony frowned and asked who he was?
The miracle of this colony, as far as I have heard, is that his age is more than a century, he does not age and is weaker than an ordinary hare. An alchemist has been experimenting on it for 30 years. And he is the Abyss of Mana. No matter how much you fill it, he still absorbs, even the Slave Master contract was made on it, purely hypnosis, since the curse was simply absorbed without a trace.
The head of the colony began to remember the details, and could not understand why all of this suddenly disappeared from his memory. But he remembered, this boy with basic cultivation, is that really him?
The healer looked sullenly and said yes for sure, I checked him a couple of days ago. Has the abyss opened up? The monster was born? The end is near?
The head of the colony frowned at the healer who began to carry some kind of preaching nonsense under his breath. When he took off the wreath, he again fell into a stupor and broke the Healer’s skull. And then he broke skull for himself.
