I woke up and realized I was lying sohow very strangely: legs up, and my back unnaturally twisted. I want to eat, I thought.
I got up, and Luck was still sleeping. I started to wake her up, and surprisingly, she jumped up easily.
"I actually woke up a long ti ago. Woke up, washed up, and then went back to sleep," she declared proudly.
"Well, then let's eat," I said.
"Yeah!"
Just as we approached the exit, I noticed: "You forgot your mask."
"Oh man, I really don't want to put it on," she drew out. But she pulled the mask on anyway, and we went out into the corridor.
"And anyway, why don't you change your appearance?" I asked on the way. "For you gods, it's not a problem. If anything, you can just move into another vessel."
(Roughly what the Goddess of Luck looks like.)
"I don't want to," she stated firmly. "I appeared like this, I don't know why or how, but I don't want to change my appearance. I like it, and I don't care about others."
"Alright," I answered.
She looked at
and asked a counter-question: "And why don't you change your appearance?"
"It's possible, of course, but, let's just say, it's not so easy with the eyes and hair. You have to constantly control them, because the body arbitrarily returns everything to how it was for so reason."
"And why don't you change your vessel?"
"What am I to you, a fool? Plus, I can't because of the curse, so many restrictions. And secondly, this body is the best conductor of magic; I can channel so much mana through it."
"Alright, alright, keep bragging," she waved her hand.
Here we were, at the cafeteria. I patted my pockets. Oh, I lost my ID and food voucher again. I looked pitifully at Luck.
"Alright, alright, can't leave you hungry," she sighed and went to pay for the portions.
I walked up to the serving line, anticipating breakfast, and froze.
"Hey, where are the cheese balls and milk?!"
The lady from the serving window answered dryly that they would no longer feed us cheese and milk because it was too expensive.
"WHAA-A-A-AT?!" I yelled across the whole cafeteria.
A cycle later. Zenkhald woke up sowhere in a bazaar under a haystack.
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"Where am I?" he got up, and so familiar mountain stood before him.
He turned around: people were walking everywhere, and so horse stood nearby.
"I want to eat."
CRACK! Zenkhald pounced on the horse. With one movent, its neck was broken, and Zenkhald began to devour it greedily.
Twenty minutes later, a man entered the stall and scread.
"OH GOD, GUARDS!" he ran out into the street. "There's a monster in there!"
Zenkhald imdiately raised his head.
"A monster? Where?" he didn't understand and continued finishing off the horse. His hands, torn clothes, face, mouth, and hair were sared with blood.
He heard approaching footsteps. Five n with muskets began to approach carefully, surrounding Zenkhald in a ring.
"HALT!" they said simultaneously, and the man on the left added: "Slowly get up and raise your hands so I can see them."
"Are you talking to ?" he abruptly raised his head toward the man.
The man, seeing his terrifying appearance, bottomless black eyes, and bloodied face, got scared and accidentally pulled the trigger.
Zenkhald was frightened by the loud sound.
POP! He appeared at the exit of the building. Zenkhald could only repeat to himself: "A musket... how do I know what that is?"
"THERE HE IS!" shouted one of the guards.
"Guys, what's wrong with you?" they aid their muskets at him again.
The crowd, seeing this, imdiately panicked and scattered. Hmm, people are running, I should probably run too, he thought.
"A-a-a-a-ah!" Zenkhald yelled, running away along with the crowd. Along the way, he grabbed everything that ca to hand from the stalls and tossed it right into his mouth.
Zenkhald reached the sea. All sorts of little ships were standing here. A fort, maybe? Zenkhald thought, slowing his pace.
"Beautifu-u-u-ul..." he drew out, looking at the ocean.
Suddenly he heard a man shouting loudly: "A CREW IS NEEDED! URGENTLY! PAYNT AND FOOD — WE WILL HAVE EVERYTHING!"
"Food?" Zenkhald imdiately ran up to him. "Food, food, food," he began to repeat right in the man's face.
"Kid, why are you covered in blood? And ugh, kid, you reek!" the captain winced. "What's your na, at least?"
"What's my na..." Zenkhald said thoughtfully. "What is my na?" he repeated, looking at the man.
"How should I know!"
Zenkhald automatically shoved his hand into a pocket—the only one that wasn't torn. There turned out to be a small piece of paper inside. He pulled it out and looked at the writing.
"My na is Zenkhald," he read aloud.
"Right, Zenkhald then. I'm in a tough spot. Have you been on ships before?"
"Ummm, probably not."
"Alright, what can you do?" he asked.
"What can I do? I can do everything! Give
food already, man!"
"Wait, wait! You go wash up first, otherwise you'll bring so infection on board."
"Wash up?" Zenkhald looked at the sea and simply jumped right in.
In the water, a vortex seed to swirl around him, cleaning him from head to toe. And this sa water vortex carried him back onto the pier.
"SO YOU'RE A MAGE?!" the captain was taken aback.
"Yes," Zenkhald answered. "I washed up, man, give
food."
"Right, get on the ship quickly! Go to the lower deck, I'll be right there."
"Will there be food there?" Zenkhald clarified.
"Yes, you can eat anything you find! Just don't leave!"
Zenkhald happily ran onto the ship.
The man rubbed his hands joyfully: "WHAT LUCK! The whole crew got sent to quarantine because of the plague anyway, and they won't return them until they recover. And I urgently need to deliver a letter to the New Continent! And here we even have a whole mage! Alright, just need to find a couple more people, and we can set off."
The man, satisfied, walked toward the port exit, when suddenly he saw twenty guards running in his direction. The man stopped. They surrounded him and began asking questions:
"Have you seen a devil around here? Hair covered in blood, black eyes like a monster's, about this tall!"
The man imdiately understood who they were talking about. He confidently pointed in the opposite direction:
"Sothing like that ran over there! What did he do?" the man asked.
The guards rushed on without answering him.
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