"Ding! You've saved many lives! Ding! Welcome officially to the Lost Unknown Dimension. Good luck with your adventure!" A mechanical voice sounded in my ear. I don't understand what it meant, so I ignore it.
"Is this the voice of Supremo Creator?" I wondered.
"No, I don't think it's the voice of the Supreme Creator, there are no records on the internet that this has happened, since humans began interacting with the Unknown Dimension!" I thought. The truth is, I don't know why I thought the supreme creator would communicate with this poor mortal. I turned my attention to the deer again.
The creature was alive, I decided I would do everything I could to heal it, but if it didn't survive, it will become tomorrow's breakfast.
"I'm sorry, buddy, I didn't mean to hurt you!" But when I caressed it, something unexpected happened, the animal in front of me exploded into a cloud of purple dust.
"Ding! ding! Congratulations Bunny Bogs Anderson, you are now level 1! You've acquired the Absorption skill!" the mechanical voice said. Which made me look everywhere to see where the voice came from.
"Ding! For being the first to kill a creature in this new world you have acquired the new Hero job!" The mechanical voice said.
"Don't bug around! That's the witless that has the best lucky climbs of power, but it also has the worst luck, since at at the end of the story is the one that dies." I thought:
"Surely the Unknown Dimension is strolling me!" Generally, people who have talked about this phenomenon on the internet have reported that this dimension usually plays heavy and unpleasant jokes to people who have come into contact with it.
The purple cloud dissipated, then from it fell two beautiful silver antlers, with their very sharp tips; and several pieces of meat packed each. I know these are objects of the unknown dimension, but I still put them in the car. I think these things can be classified as blessings.
I picked up all the pieces of the focus of the car, because I could patch it with transparent tape, in the meantime, then whenever I'm ready to buy a new one.
I checked that there was nothing lost, but then I saw that on the ground was an unusual rock, that when I picked it up it was semi-transparent. So, without much thought I put it in my pocket. To review it more carefully later
The message I received a moment ago, made me think of my wife, so I worried about her. I continue my way to my house and was once very aware of the street as I did not want to hit any other animals again, or anything that could make more unfortunate my day.
When, I finally came out of the Sea Villa neighborhood, had stopped raining and looked like a typical night on the way home. The sky was blue, and few vehicles was on the road.
After I arrive in the neighborhood, I turn off the music so as not to wake the neighbors.
We have about 2 years, to live in this neighborhood called Los Almendros, and as you will have observed in my country have a tendency to call the neighborhood with the name of something that was found in the place, when they founded it, and believe me, it is the same story here.
In my country and I think that throughout Latin America we are forced to live locked up, with bars in our doors and windows, unlike with the United States, the right to property is above the right to life, they also do not have fences in the garden. You wanted to know why, well they can shoot you with their legalized weapons, just by setting foot on their property. Here is, on the contrary, first the right to life, so injuries to the person are protected more than property damage.
My house looks like a small pink prison, although it was more papaya with black fences. With enough room to put 2 cars side by side. Most of the houses in the neighborhoods look like colorful prisons and have a lot that measures 60 square meters and the house is 44 meters. Usually, people take up all the space when building with what the houses have their own walls, but they are glued together and the neighbors to protect their property put gates or bars, that prevent access to the house or to the garden area to anyone without the owner's permission. Which makes them small Bunker as long as the neighbor respects the security
measures that are to keep the gate closed if you are not leaving the house. Which is something we meet to the letter 99% of the time. But I can't say the same about the neighbors that I've observed from them is maybe 50% of the time when a lot and only when they get away relatively away from their properties and sometimes not even like that. And you'll wonder why I care, and the answer is very obvious.
" I am a security officer. Being safe and complying with security measures is my business, if I'm not sure my life is in danger!"
When I got to my house, I put the car in the garage, put the pieces of meat in the freezer, put the antlers in the backyard in a nice, visible place so I wouldn't mistakenly bump into them.
When I walked into the room, I saw my wife perfectly asleep. Her name is Alexa she is 25 years old, relatively young, very intelligent and very capable; she began working in special education from the age of 23.
I touched her figure slightly to see if she was okay. She was very hot, as always, I laid out my wet clothes, in the laundry room. I emptied my intestines and huddled near her, to sleep. After the experience with the deer and the girl, I just wanted to sleep. The next day.
"Wiu wiu wiu ... aaaah, help, help, grarr, grarr, crack, crack bamm, bamm!" I heard all this noise coming from the outside.
"What the hell!" I said, get up, look around me and notice my wife wasn't there.
It moss be that the neighbor couple are fighting again, but it was too loud, rather it looked like the whole neighborhood was fighting, I peered slightly out the window, I was in plan to call the police. Well, it wasn't the first time the neighbor couple had a fight. If I made the mistake of going to save the neighbor's wife, the one was going to lose in that fight is me, usually to dominate a violent man you must use violence. So, when the police come, she is not going to favor you, she is going to favor her husband. Then the one who will have to pay the damages is you, or me, to be more specific.
Some days later you will see them all wrapped in a loving cloud as the episode of domestic violence never happened. And I would be the one who was suffering with the consequences.
Important I do not agree at all that a man beats a woman or any kind of violence in the home and if I see that the man is killing her, I'm going to step in and to hell with the consequences. But it's better to call the police and have them solve it.
When I looked at the garage the car was not there, my wife had gone with it to work, we had a very simple agreement, I used the car all day when I was on the day shift and she used the car when I was on the late night or midnight shift. Our Labor Days were normally 8 hours.
In front of my house, I noticed some huge muscular pink men, hitting the cars that were parked by the side of the street, I thought it might be some kind of joke, but seeing their faces they had pork faces, and it didn't look like a mask, but what finished convincing me that the violence I was seeing was no joke, was that these pig men, were attacking people with machetes and butchers' knives.
"Slash!" I heard the clear sound of a knife cutting flesh, then a person's head rolled out and fell in front of my gate. The person's eyes met mine and I could see that person's despair at the violent way he died. I close the window curtain and crouch down so I wouldn't be seen.
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