Chapter 1

Chapter 1. Accidents are not accidental.

Once - an accident.

Twice - already a pattern.

Folk wisdom.

Who is unknown. Spattered basement.

Oh, how shitty I am. Hmm ... and for me - who is this? Name ... every person should have a name. Am I a man? No, it seems that it was once, but I don't remember when. And what do I remember about myself. Hmm ... a geneticist student. Researcher. Just screw it up. Sooo ... sense of humor, gods, am I such a brute? Hee, okay, maybe he deserved it, although the cat food ... I wonder if I had family or friends? No, it's cut off here. And what is this fragment? I delve deeper into my memories - there is still nothing more to do - in such a state, not just to move - it's hard to think once again. Here I am, a blurred figure in a black cloak.

Small flashback.

-I will try to combine the talent of the Night Serpent and the mutation received from that kamikaze portal operator. If the calculations are correct, the power of the accumulated charge will be enough to break the space-time continuum. Well, at the same time I will check the theory of the unity of Strange's separated entities ... if he was not mistaken, it will be fun, and the possibilities that open up will be truly limitless. Well, let's get started, - I cut my hand, a few drops of blood are wrapped in me - the symbiont.

-Hm, I somehow don't want to explore a new world with a naked booty, what would I take? Mmm, yes, perhaps it will come in handy, but if anything - I will sell it to the locals, as a rare and old thing - with these words, I put a long sword next to me ... a katana, a memory comes, but not an ordinary one. With the money from its sale, you can buy a small island and all thanks to its composition ... pure adamantium. How much I have suffered with the casting of the desired shape, let alone arrange the correct sharpening - no, a monomolecular blade is a tasty thing, but very, very difficult to implement. If it were not for the opportunity to work with energy barriers - figs would have happened, but still it was worth it. I manage this toy very well - thanks to Lee and his skills, well, and my superhuman strength and speed, of course.

-Oh, I almost forgot about the most important thing! - a small safe is put next to the sword, in it is my most valuable treasure - a dozen telephones capable of maintaining communication with each other at a distance of up to a hundred kilometers, but this is not the main thing in them - each of them is packed to capacity with my favorite music. The battery is made on the basis of metal from Victor (I would like to remember who he is), which means that I will not need sockets, which is not bad - there may not be electricity in place. And the devices themselves can withstand the impact of a blacksmith's hammer.

-Well, everything seems to be ... may the Darkness help me, - I stand aside and open the passage. It goes with difficulty, but still it goes. And so I fall into the darkness of the portal, the last thing I can notice is that another I wipes away labor sweat.

End of flashback.

Hmm, I see. So, I decided to explore other worlds. The goal is good, but why is there such a mess in your head, unaccounted for consequences? Well, okay, in any case, with all the abilities that I managed to grab, it won't be difficult to turn around here. Okay, let's turn on our eyesight and look around.

The panorama was painfully familiar - some kind of spattered basement and a staircase against the opposite wall. The painting brought to mind images of almost the same basement and the indescribable 'taste' of the steps.

Well noooo, not this time, baby. I remember I had the ability to levitate. Let there be no body, but the templates in Simba should have been preserved.

And so, using the slightest mental effort, I proudly soared above the floor ... yeah, already three times. If you are not lucky, then you are not lucky in everything - the genetic memory of the symbiont turned out to be as pure as that of a newborn. No ability other than its own absorption and amplification. Inner Hamster sadly folded its legs and looked at me with sad, sad eyes. And the ladder seemed to grin maliciously. Gods, for what ???? I've only been in this world for twenty minutes, but I don't like it anymore. And why are all teleports to other worlds so in love with garbage cans and filthy basements? The Creator has a strange sense of humor, or who is responsible for this?

Long or short, but I got out of the basement. And here in front of me stretched a picturesque view. A ruined village, rising columns of smoke, bodies scattered here and there, in general, it was I who entered 'successfully'. To top it all off - the only suitable body belonged to a guy of 17-19 years old, but I didn't realize it right away - dirt on his face and completely gray hair threw him another ten or two years. And a broken head did not add to his youth. In fact, he had no more than an hour to live, unless a miracle happened. I was about to crawl up and capture him when it seemed that long ago and reliably rested in the depths of my conscience, I raised its head. Hmmm, conscience, it is like a hamster - it either sleeps or gnaws (the inner Hamster was offended by such a comparison and declared a boycott, right up to getting some tasty bun). Still, I tried not to use ordinary people in my combinations - only at the end of individuals who did not want to develop or a criminal element, but now there was no choice - to get into dead bodies is disgusting, and I will be tortured to restore them. Okay, I'll try to negotiate. He will die without me anyway, but he deserves the right to the last wish. Concentrating, I crawled to the guy.

Saryen. Simple villager.

The guy lay in a pool of his own blood and tried to understand. Why? For what? But I couldn't find the answers. The cruelty of the dark ones was unreasonable - they just wanted to have fun. The freaks slaughtered almost the entire male population, Saryen himself survived only by a miracle - at the very beginning he caught a flying stone with his head and was considered dead, but his sister and mother were much less fortunate - they died for a long time. The guy watched and could not do anything about it. Yes, even he could not even take revenge on his own or hire some guild - for the first there was no Power - there was no magic in the young man, and if he had magic, he would live in the city and work in a shop or even join a guild , and did not sit in a village on the edge of civilization, well, and for the second, there was simply not enough money. Nobody will work for 'thank you', not even the bright guilds. And that's not counting the fact that he is unlikely to survive this night. The body almost stopped obeying, there was not even pain. So a young man lay in a burnt village, praying to heaven for revenge, but the sky, as always, remained deaf to the prayers of mortals. But someone closer was ready to help, for a fee.

The guy did not notice how a strange black puddle crept up to him. But you never know miracles in the world? An insinuating voice sounded in Sarien's head.

'Tell me, what do you want?'

-Who is there? - the guy croaked, but the village remained the same dead, - I think I'm going crazy.

'Oh no, you're quite healthy. At least mentally. I can fulfill one of your wishes. I'll take my price though. '

-Are you a demon? Saryen coughed.

'Hard to say. It depends on what to put into this word. Perhaps in some way '

-My family ... can you bring them back?

'Not. I can heal but not raise the dead. '

-Then kill them, kill them all ... the bastards that did this. Can you?

'Yes'

- Then do it. And take what you want ... soul, body ... but let them die ... die slowly.

'So be it'. And Saryen's world plunged into warm darkness ...

It is still unknown who. But already with the body.

Everything went much easier and easier than I expected. I got the memory of the boy and the echo of his feelings. Now, even without an agreement, I would go to multiply these 'dark ones' by zero, although for me they are ordinary bandits. In general, the local concept of 'dark magicians' was somehow strange, as well as magic itself. However, I was wildly glad that there was magic here at all. I have always dreamed of joining this art. Saryen himself was not a magician and had only the most vague ideas about witchcraft. I hope things will be better for me, as a last resort I will change my body. But this is worth thinking about a little later. To begin with, you need to put yourself in order, having dealt with the body and memory, then prepare and act further. Although the Deal did not specify the time for execution, I wanted to get to these thugs just as much as the former owner of this body. But first, eat and adjust your parameters.

Lunch on the ashes is far from the most pleasant pastime, but what to do. Well at least I found a place where the corpses were not visible, no, I don't care, but they definitely would not add aesthetics and appetite. Okay. When I was full, I slipped into meditation and started finishing up the carcass I got. In these realities, the only thing I can count on for now is my sword and my skills in 'silent' penetration and murder. But only they were worked out for a slightly different body, so you have to sweat (and when was it easy?) A couple of hours later, a young man in a black cloak with silver hair to the waist rose from the ruins. His height was about 185 centimeters, he had a thin physique, although his tongue would not be called skinny.

I decided to leave the gray hair in my hair, although not quite. I remember that the hair color here can be anything, so it was my urge to become the owner of a silver hair. It took some time to tinker with the gene responsible for hair color, but the result was worth it. Well, okay, hair is not the main thing, the main thing is that the clothes obediently materialized at my desire - I really did not want to walk in tattered canvas pants.

By the way, I have another interesting piece of news. While reworking the carcass, I dug in more detail in the memories. And what I saw led me to a slight shock. The village was borderline and it was located not far from a certain kingdom of Fiore, where a council of magicians ruled everything. This is what I got so hit. The idiot's dream has come true - I'm in Fairy Tail. What interesting quirks of consciousness - who I am - I don't remember, but the plot of this anime is more than. But the twists and turns of my memory were alarming. I remembered courses in physics, mathematics, everything that I learned in the world of Marvel (by the way, I need to try to re-master the blood - I know the principle of similarity, but I'm not sure what it will be possible to get through to the Moisture of Life), I also remembered my life before getting into that strange world. Even the plots of a dozen anime and manga, but I didn't remember myself at all. No name, no appearance, no friends and acquaintances. Nothing. The impression was that someone simply cut out pieces of memories. I don't know why, but I already want to tear something off for this someone.

Moreover, the thoughts in my head are jumping, I want to do something unusual and funny, the energy is so fast (from all the cracks, damn it). By the way about thoughts and fairies. I wonder if they really have so many beauties in the guild? So, put aside the vulgar inclinations, first the matter.

The first in line was the return of their property and coming up with a name. I found the basement quickly, but getting in there was no longer so easy. For a black puddle, the entrance was quite large. From the point of view of a person, only a cat could squeeze into that hole, and even then after a diet. I had to clear the blockage. However, with pumping through the symbiont, we managed to do it pretty quickly and noooooo, just not that, why ?! Whimper. How cruel this world is! The sword, oddly enough, was in place and in perfect order, but it would have been better if he had suffered. But alas, the goddess of luck continued to show the fifth point that had already bothered me. Or do I want too much? Be that as it may, but I lost my music - in the basement, only a piece of the safe was waiting for me, as if cut off by a giant knife, and of my treasures only one earpiece remained intact (more precisely, this is all that I managed to find). No, the Universe definitely hates my players for something!

To say that the mood has soured is to say nothing. No, I could get a guitar and even play some songs (by the way, I need to get hold of such a useful instrument - I will conquer the female population with my melodic voice and mysterious songs), or generally 'listen' to them in my head, but this is still not quite right ... I hope that in this world I will be able to find at least some analogue of the player, otherwise it will be sad, first for me, then for the world. I spent the rest of the day practicing the sword, getting used to its length and weight again. What can you say - to my former self as to the Moon on foot, but even the current speed and strength clearly exceeded human capabilities by an order of magnitude. And the wounds healed quickly (at first I made a mistake in the ligament, as a result I almost opened my leg, it hurt) Well, at least something.

And then the night came and it was time for me to go on a visit to the local gopota, called the dark. And then to the big world. I won't go to Fakes yet - I need to master magic at least a little, and find out at what point in history I got. I would not like to be in a showdown with Phantom Lord or Grimoire without preparation, although knowing my luck ...

Well, assassin class, level one. Experience is zero, gold is zero. The goal is to gain knowledge and impressions, so much so that others die of envy (well, or not from envy), along the way you can take over the world, well, or create a Harem for yourself. Damn, what is it, did Slaanesh bit me during the transition (la / lo)? Well, let's go!