Montriere has not been to Andorra for a week. There was a good reason for this - his grandmother was again caught with drugs, this time with a whole kilogram of selective, “improved” grass by underground biologists. Montreux, who, of course, was called differently in the real world, had to be repeatedly explained to the skeptical police that it was not a large-scale storage of narcotic drugs, but simply a small stock of light fool for personal use and, in general, the old pepperbox did not does. Despite expensive lawyers, it was impossible to defend. In the wicked old woman came the black stripe in life, so it just does not get out.

Finally, Montriere found free time and climbed into a virtual reality capsule. After a brief boot, he already crunched gravel among the bare rocks, seeking a carefully hidden entrance to the shelter. The sky clouded over with clouds, the cold, piercing wind made its way under the luxurious, but not very warm mantle. It was necessary to hurry. Every second outside the shelter gave a bright chance to catch him. Neat was never a brave man, he was frightened by the very thought that someone would attack and hurt him. In addition, a lot of cases have accumulated at the bottom of the week. We had to find the entrance quickly. Only after a minute of searching, it dawned on him that the last time he had left the game inside the dungeon and now had to be embodied there. Then how did he get out?

If a player left the game in a place or situation that the system deemed dangerous, his character was in the game until the danger passed. If a character was not killed during this time, then after returning, the player would appear where his character’s body was, which could have remained in place lately, and could also be transferred, for example, to prison. If the exit occurred in a normal situation, then when the master returned to the game, the character could appear only in a safe place. If the exit point has ceased to be such, then the character has moved somewhere else.

Finally, the desired stone was found. A huge cobblestone, outwardly indistinguishable from many others, was located at the base of a small hill. Montriere took out a bottle of potion with accuracy and spilled a few drops on a hard surface. Touching the cobblestones, the drops disappeared, but nothing else happened. Closing his eyes, the highest damned stepped through the stone expanse and found himself on a rough stone staircase that steeply went down. There were many entrances to the shelter, this one was intended for the top management, in this case only for Monerre the Accurate, because everyone else left to hunt for some Arintal.This passage could only be opened by a potion, each time different. If you drop the wrong potion, then the entrance was blocked for a day, so it was very difficult for an outsider to slip through.

An ominous silence surrounded the man. No sound. It was dark. Many torches have already been extinguished, many have faded. Nobody changed them. Montriere was angry at the mismanagement of his subordinates, but something told him that everything that happened was a bad explanation. All week they lied to him that everything was fine in the shelter.

He walked a little along the corridor, but found that the passage to the lower levels was littered with some sort of junk. This discovery did not add more optimism to Monriru. It was necessary to immediately find someone and find out what was going on. Clearing the road was too long, so he turned back. Suddenly, a strange sound attracted his attention. Montriere turned the corner and saw what he dreaded from the very beginning.

Right in the middle of the corridor there was a giant, glowing, large-sized dog, a cockroach, and, helping itself with its front paws, it gnawed on someone's head. Montriere recoiled from the sickening spectacle, but immediately reassured himself, for he had long become accustomed to all sorts of abominations, and the monster was much lower than his level:

Giant Radiant Cockroach (Lv. 136)

Hostile, insectlike.

Strength: 63

Dexterity: 74

Endurance: 32

Intelligence: 17

Observation: 5

Speed ​​8

Durable shell 14

Increased mobility 18

Glow 3

Protection from poisoning 5

Protection from magic 1

Seeing the man, the cockroach swung his mustache in the air for a couple of seconds, sharply grabbed his food with the mandibles and, before Montrér managed to use magic, rushed along the corridor in the opposite direction. A loud white buzz of energy hit the wall, scattering sparks and leaving a deep furrow in the stone, but the six-armed opponent had already disappeared around the bend.

The highest damn swore. He assumed that it would not be so easy to deal with insects, but did not think that everything would go so far. Monster blithely devoured someone right in the middle of the corridor at the top level. Actually, cockroaches should have been developed differently. These insects need high observation to notice the danger, and they don’t need power and intelligence at all. Where does cockroaches have intelligence? Due to what it was developed?

Montriere looked around for the unfortunate victim's other parts of the body, but found nothing, and went on, continuing to reflect on the situation.

Glow could be explained. In the world of sword and magic, which just does not happen, why not be luminous cockroaches? But how to explain its huge size, developed strength and poor observation? Only one way: to recognize that this creature did not need to run away and hide in the stifling darkness. Now it has risen to the top of the food chain and the man is its prey.

Montrira was enraged. He heard the rustling tramp of many paws. From minute to minute the enemy could return with reinforcements. They were waiting for a hot meeting. The power given by the Lord of Darkness streamed through the veins of the highest damned, miserable overgrown insects, not to surpass it. Nevertheless, it was necessary to immediately notify Murila de Miyadura and all the rest.

***

I sat on the matrimonial bed, leading an educational conversation with one of my wives. The others sat around, frankly bored, however, one could be sure that their lovely ears caught my edifying words. The uneven light of many torches brightly illuminated their naked charms that belonged only to me.

- In the last days of pregnancy, you should walk carefully so as not to stumble and not fall. It is necessary that nothing should disrupt the normal course of the intrauterine life of your child. You do love your children?

- Yes. - lied Orma.

A nude blonde beauty lay beside her, waiting until I deigned to fertilize her, but I had nowhere to hurry. Her second pregnancy went well and ended with the appearance of almost the same white spawning - an air mage, as last time.The difference was that it was not completely blind, since one eye had seen a little, which gave hope that the offspring of this woman would eventually get rid of this serious shortcoming. Since then, Orma has become aware of her position, or maybe she just pretended to be aware and behaved obediently. I decided to treat her more gently, but without being too soft, remembering to remind more often who is in charge here. Changes in her behavior could be attributed to the calming effect of the inseminator’s magic and the psychological atmosphere that I created for my wives in my dungeon.

While I was speaking, my hands gently traveled over the body of a woman: over the belly, over the thighs, across the breasts, which with each pregnancy became a little more. I wonder what was the point of breast enlargement in my women? They didn’t play any role in the production of offspring, why did the system think that this should be done? It was not necessary to feed the newborn babies by breast, for they were already born by adults. The only answer is for my satisfaction. The program that invented my skills apparently believed that in this way it rewards me for my victories on the intimate front.

- Well done. Your happiness is in our children, you yourself are ...