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The System of Evil

- Do evil and become stronger. - I can't do that ... - How is it? Well, if you want to maintain a neutral outlook, then do evil, for the sake of good. - Is it possible? - I do not know. You have to show me if it is possible or not. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Fandom: Jormungand / Black Lagoon Author: vitotitov original fan-fic: https://tl.rulate.ru/book/49224 (this is a translation and not an author's work)

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Chapter 3 - Ruanapur

Actively walking, the chubby examined the place in which he found himself. Long steel corridors, heavy iron doors with a high threshold, which can be hermetically closed at any time, as well as a slight and barely noticeable pitching, which has become noticeable quite recently.

- Are we on the ship? He asked the oldest peasant in embarrassment.

Although he had terrible scars on his face, his naturally kind face and cheerful tone gave hope for a possible dialogue - Yes. - he nodded, and then came to his senses - Wait, do you know where you are? -

The rest of the militants, like the captain himself, listened with interest.

- Yes, I have no idea where I was and how I got here ... I woke up already here, and only a few minutes before your arrival. -

- Business ~ ah ... - drawled the peasant, and then with a laugh he slapped the plump on the back - Ha-ha, you are just like me, after a binge, you also don't remember a damn thing and don't know how you got here! -

The guy relaxed a little because of the established contact - Yeah, but I hardly remember anything at all. -

- In terms of? -

- Well ... I don't remember my name, I don't remember relatives of friends and even just acquaintances ... I don't remember where my home is and where I grew up ... Just a failure ... -

He said all this in a melancholic tone, because what was said was mostly true, and therefore the militants were almost sure of the guy's sincerity. And his appearance indicated that he was far from local.

O'Dim nodded approvingly - "Mixing lies and truth, not bad ..." -

- You have a lousy situation, boy ... I would not like to be in your place now. -

The voice was blue-eyed, which was kind of like the eldest among the group - If this is true, then you will not be envied, but I cannot say that your future looks bright. -

In the meantime, they managed to get on the deck of a relatively small cargo ship.

- You see, no one should know about this operation ... You, like other prisoners, are unwanted witnesses, so your fate has not yet been fully decided. We will take you to the captain and then your future will be clear. -

- "Okay, everything is relatively good ..." - the fat man sighed

Gunther supported the guy's attitude - "That's right! More optimism, you are still a reborn, a user of the system and a champion of the embodiment of evil! " - he said with a smile and optimism

- "The latter could not have been reminded ... O'Dim, they are going to kill all the captives on this ship ..." - he said with trepidation and anxiety in his heart

- "Yeah. Nearly twenty souls. - O'Dim's projection put her hands behind her head - "Relax, they would have died anyway. Most likely, death at the hands of these gentlemen will be a much better fate than the one that awaited them. Besides, have you seen their general condition? Sick, thin, and stink like mangy dogs, if not worse ... The lowest representatives of the slums. Let them go into the light and they won't last a week. They are essentially the living dead. " -

The plump man said nothing, biting his lip.

Not without difficulty, he and the men got over to a boat of weighty size that was next to the cargo ship.

Escape quest completed!

Purpose: To leave the place of detention.

Reward: Modifier - "Polyglot - [Lv - 1]"

The sound of a bell rang in my mind, announcing a new notification.

- "Status." -

System of Evil

Characteristics:

Strength - [7]

140 ↑

Agility - [9]

180 ↑

Vitality - [4]

80 ↑

Perception - [13]

↑ 260

Reason - [12]

↑ 240

Will - [8]

160 ↑

Libido - [1]

20 ↑

Evil Points - [0]

Tasks:

(There are currently no assignments)

Modifiers:

Resolute Mind - [Lvl - MAX]

Devil's Body - [Lvl - MAX]

Polyglot - [Lv - 1] [+]

He mentally clicked on the plus sign.

Choose three languages you want to master immediately

[Empty] [Empty] [Empty]

Since the guy thought in advance which languages ​​he wanted to master immediately, the choice did not take even a few seconds.

Instantly a chill spread over his head and his mind was filled with the knowledge of English, Chinese and Arabic. These were the most popular languages ​​in the world, and Arabic and Chinese were among the most difficult.

These languages ​​have become on par with the main language, becoming indistinguishable from the native one. The fat man caught himself thinking that he began to think at once on four of them, and mixed.

All this was breathtaking - "It's just ... no words ... Incredible." -

Gunther grinned charmingly - "Maybe there will be more." -

"Now I certainly won't be lost. Something tells me that translators who know four languages ​​perfectly are paid a lot. " -

"You're thinking too low. Do you have a System of Evil, and are you thinking about being a translator? " -

- "So what? You have to start somewhere, and even without the Evil Points, I don't think everything will be smooth. " -

- "You're right" -

Mental dialogue with Gunther was broken by a man's smoky voice - And what the fuck is this? -

This exclamation came from an unpleasant-looking man in his thirties with stubble and large eyebrows. His whole image and appearance seemed to shout that he had been in 'places not so distant'.

He was leaning against the steering wheel, so it was clear that he was the boat driver.

- Not a bay, Stan. We could not leave our man to feed the fish. - calmly answered the blue-eyed, going up to the wooden boxes of dark green color

- Our? - the driver raised an eyebrow

Gently waving his hand, the chubby said - Good afternoon. -

Stan's eyes widened in surprise - Oh, fuck! Our compatriot got lost in these f * cks? Ha, several years ago, the borders opened at home, and ours have already reached this godforsaken place. -

- His situation is pretty unique. - said the same little man of fifty, with whom the chubby made contact

Shaking off his hands, Stan held it out for a handshake to the fat man - Old, what are you talking about? -

- You will soon find out. - answered Old with a wave of his hand

- Okay. - Stan, firmly shook the fat man's outstretched hand in response - As you probably understood, they call me Stan, although my real name is Stanislav, but you call Stan, our real names are in the past. -

Smiling awkwardly, the chubby nodded - Nice to meet you. -

- BUT? What 'nice to meet you'? And the name? Phil, have you heard? At home, it seems that young people have already forgotten how to say hello in a human way! -

The blue-eyed, who turned out to be named Phil, calmly answered when he opened the box and fished out an RPG-7, a hand-held anti-tank grenade launcher from the straw - The guy lost his memory, don't jerk him off. -

- Seriously?! Sorry, hover, I drove in vain. -

- Nothing, nothing. - the chubby smiled, but his eyes watched with alarm as Phil loaded the grenade launcher

- That's good. - Stan smiled, showing teeth yellowed from smoking and went to the steering wheel - Let's go. -

The boat moved slowly ...

When a distance of thirty meters was formed between the ship and the boat, Phil pulled the trigger and the shell with a noise flew right into the side of the ship, to the place that was at the very bottom.

* BABAH *

The rattle of metal, the sound of an explosion and black smoke that soared into the sky. The vessel began to draw water.

Phil narrowed his eyes and started reloading the RPG - Hmm, stop, I'll fire another shot. -

With a shudder, the chubby watched as another shell flew into the side

* BABAH *

- Moved. - said Phil, removing the grenade launcher from his shoulder

Stan nodded and led the boat after lighting a cigarette

Without considering the question to the end, the chubby said - Often the military has to ... do this? -

It seemed risky and stupid to ask unnecessary questions, but suddenly Phil, putting the grenade launcher in place, calmly replied - Depends on the type of troops. -

- I see ... It's sad ... - the guy pursed his lips

- Get used to it. - Phil sighed.

- What? -

- Ha ha ha. - the Old man laughed. - The place in which we are located is a huge dung heap where all the rabble from all over the world gathers. Terrorists, murderers, rapists, psychopaths, mafia, gangsters, drug lords, triads and many more! So, here either get used to this, or try to somehow get out of this hole. -

- Wait ... - the chubby forehead wrinkled in embarrassment - What did the military forget in such a hole? -

- You thought we were military? Ha ha ha, well, yes, our uniform is old, so it's easy to confuse. We were still relatively recently military, and now we are the same rabble as the rest of the inhabitants of this place. -

Phil, taking out a flask, took a few sips - We are the "Hotel Moscow" the only representatives of the Russian mafia in Ruanapur. By the way, think about a new name, otherwise it's strange to communicate in '' hey '' and 'you' '. -

The chubby froze - "Ruanapur ... Hotel Moscow ... Where did it take me ..." -

Gunther grinned. "Into the realm of all sorts of vices. The best place for a user of the Evil System. " -

- "You threw me here !?" -

- "Aha!" - Gunter answered happily. "That is, you got into the world by accident, and already I threw you next to Ruanapur. I didn't know that you would be captured so quickly. "

- "That's shit ... They'll beat me here ... And I won't live for several days ..." -

O'Dim showed his thumb - "Not a problem, it just means that we will go to the next world!" -

- "To get into the anime world of the '' Pirates of the Black Lagoon '' ... It will be difficult ... I will not see a calm life ..." -

- "You better think about it and choose a new name for yourself at last." -

- "I've already thought about it, but nothing comes to my mind ... It's not as easy as it seems ... By the way, can you give me an assignment?" -

Gunther smiled enchantingly - "Why not, I like your zeal." -

Quest "Mafioznik" Received!

Purpose: To join the group "Hotel Moscow"

Reward: 100 Evil Points

- "... why is the reward so small?" -

"Huh, I thought you'd resent the goal, not the reward." -

- "I am still a little friends with the head and I understand that getting out of Ruanapur is difficult, but rather impossible in my current state. The best option would be to climb under the wing of the 'Balalaika' and only then somehow get used to and act. " -

O'Dim grinned - "And someone else was seduced by a harsh Russian MILF with a unique character and appearance." -

The chubby rolled his eyes - "Have you forgotten? I have no sexual urge ... "-

- "This does not change anything. You like her and that's it, nobody talks about sex, you just like her. Although Revi, aka "Two-handed", is also a good option. " -

"Haratker Revi is too messy and unpredictable. If I choose between Balalaika and Revi, I will choose the first one. Yes, I'm not going to choose anyone, my goal is to bring goodness and justice, and not to search for relationships and create a harem. " -

Gunther grinned. "Yes? I'll remember this." -

[Some time later]

Under the hot scorching sun and the sound of the waves, the boat with the user of the Evil System docked to the pier.

The people of Balalaika and the chubby came out next.

Phil asked - Come up with a name? -

The chubby threw up his hands - No, nothing comes to mind ... More precisely, it comes, but something is not right ... -

- Okay, that's your business. Come on, I'll introduce you to the captain. -

Quickly seeding the man through the streets, the chubby gazed at Ruanapur. The buildings along the way were all predominantly old and with better days. The streets themselves were not very clean, but they weren't very dirty either, although this was probably only because Phil was leading the boy and his people along the main streets.

The most interesting thing is the contingent filling the very streets. Streams of marginal-looking men walked the streets, shining with weapons. Yes, everyone had a cannon and these cannons were menacingly put on display, as a warning to those who decided to pester their owner.

The fat man expected to see huge, tough men here, but mostly all were thin or, better to say, skinny physique. People with an average physique were a little less common. As for the fat and pumped up, they were also, but in much smaller quantities, which indicated that there are some difficulties with nutrition ...

Although the fat man, by the appearance of the majority, guessed that it was customary here not to eat, but to have a snack. Yes, and grandpa also told him that the size of the biceps does not affect the speed of the bullet in any way, here they adhere to the same opinion.

There were women too, but here everything was even sadder. Only a small part of them walked with trunks and had a more or less formidable appearance. The rest were either prostitutes who stood by the side of the road and flashing their boobs lured clients, or the sugary-looking kept women who clung to their daddies and boyfriends as best they could.

It is also worth saying that if the men looked usually, then the women had a very beautiful appearance, the fact that this is the anime world affected.

In front of the guy's eyes, one whore made an agreement with the client and only slightly went into the alley, fell to her knees and eagerly began to suck the guy off, which did not shine with external data, as well as hygiene. It seemed that she was deliberately moaning and chomping loudly to gain attention and advertise her services. It seems because the city with whores is too much, a tough competition has formed.

The fat man looked away and asked - Is this normal? -

Old a little upset answered - Yes, this is the norm. -

Soon they came to a large and rather luxurious building, which stood out strongly from the rest of the structures. By the way, it was also a hotel.

On the way to Balalaika's office, the chubby met many of her people. All were Russian-speaking and mostly Slavs, which means that she did not join the ranks of the group with local ones. There were only those who served under her command in Afghanistan.

Having reached the right door, Phil stopped the guy with his hand and calmly said - Wait here. We will report on the completion of the mission and tell you about you. If your presence is needed, I will let you know. -

The chubby nodded quickly and nervously, and seconds later he was left alone in the hallway.

Well, as alone ...

- "Can't wait to see her?" - there was a cheerful voice of Gunther, to which the guy just rolled his eyes