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They told me that mushrooms were bad for me, and I was a fool not to believe it. But now, looking at the newly damaged laboratory, I was ready to confirm all the instructions from my past life. I tensed all my gears and what my consciousness was able to produce surprised me a little. A Warhammer orc is no joke. I'm not a fan of this universe, but what I've heard is enough for a couple of grey hairs. Firstly, all the races in there are pretty dreadful and very driven, each in their own direction. Orcs are some incomprehensible shit that works on gene memory and faith. If an orc believes that a plastic gun should shoot real bullets, it will. If everyone around you says that a red ship is faster than its grey counterpart, it is. Basically it's a race that rapes the laws of physics and forces all engineers from every other race to buy soap and rope on an industrial scale. I have little idea how familiarity with orc technology survived the adeptus mechanicus, but I'm sure they got a lot of heretics that day.
I met the forces of my familiar when I went to think about life and my "luck" in another room, having decided to postpone the "dialogue" for half an hour, maybe more. In general, while I was pouring the fifth bottle in myself...that is, thinking over my plans for the beginning of the conversation in the recreation room there was a notification about the intrusion into the laboratory. I immediately threw the bottle aside and rushed to the lab. When I walked through the open door, I saw an orc, born half an hour ago, drinking beer from my coffee mug, produced by my coffee machine.
Later I saw on the cameras how this individual of alien origin, which I later began to doubt, was using a very national method of repair on my doors. Anyway, he just went to the door leading out of the biosphere and pulled the locked handle a couple of times, then realising that somehow it wasn't working he scratched his head and banged on the panel with all his might. The panel was dented, it shimmered, but it fulfilled the function of opening correctly. The same way this miracle burglar opened my lab.
But it seems that his success in the field of research and remodelling my coffee machine with a microscope and parts of multimillion-dollar scanners into a portable brewery made him so dizzy that he didn't notice my "kind" and "forgiving" look. Though no, it seems that in the last two metres of the link that had appeared between us at the moment of his birth he had picked up on some trouble, for a mask of intense brain activity had crept over his happy face.
My knowledge was enough to realise that in their society only strength is valued and if I want a norm...without...post...moderately tolerant familiar I have to put this green-skinned thing in its place immediately. The orc, who had no time to realise anything, immediately fell into the portal that opened beneath him, leading to one interesting magical place. It was a so-called place of power, but instead of crossing dragon lines, it was more of a branching of them together with a weak space, which allowed a lot of weak and medium spirits to swarm in the area of a kilometre. The place itself was a beautiful hilly area with a small forest to the west. My familiar was not confused and even without true sight, when he saw a bunch of different and quite strange creatures, he grabbed a stick and ran to attack the energy entities.
-Waaaagh! -Shouted the orc, hitting the magical creatures.
To my fucking delight, the living mushroom began to pummel the spirit creatures with the stick. Half of Kamarthage would commit harakiri if they saw that. They spend several years just to be able to interact with the other side of our world properly and only then start to pose any threat to the invaders, and here... At least these spirits don't have much of a mind, so when they get hit in the head they just fly away. A pair of medium-sized spirits in the form of a two-metre deer and a half-metre owl, it seems to have just recently appeared, but judging by the eyes of the deer aligned with the even more astonished owl, they are now very sorry about it. Without torturing the poor creatures any longer, I approached the orc and with all my might pressed him with bloodlust, adding a weak but slightly stronger demonic aura along with the broadcast of discontent through the familiars' communication. Sensing the danger, the orc turned around, but when he saw me, his stick even fell out of his hands.
-Chief? - After a minute of eye-to-eye session, the orc finally managed to give out, maximally straining his mind, or whatever it is that half-plants have in their heads.
Without confirming or denying his words, I just turned down the bloodlust and sent a faint message of satisfaction. Then I turned towards the cluster of spirits led by the two deer and owl that had just come to their senses and pointed my hand in their direction. Although the current situation required me to fix the result in the mind of a green mushroom, I was rather doing it to get rid of the stress.
The flames started devouring the ground and destroying the spirits caught in them. Both of their strongest spirits did not tolerate my antics and attacked back, but their strength was only enough to slow down my fire and after a dozen seconds the flames returned to their original speed. I used all of my increased reserve in this attack and it was enough to thin out 40% of all the spirits present in this place and completely dispel their leaders. For such a large amount of released spiritual energy I gained 13,000 experience and even managed to upgrade my level. The orc watched my attack with a slack jaw and a look of awe.
-Your name is Hoddor now. If you don't obey me, you'll end up in their place. - Said Pierce, turning to the Orc.
-Mountain! Mine to listen, mine to strike down anyone you point at! - The orc shouted happily, keeping his eyes on Pierce.
As I turned back, I began to actively think about what to do with my not-so-helpful surname. At the moment, I needed to put it somewhere, because leaving it near my lab was not exactly in my plans. I decided to re-consecrate another hideout. Since there were no special requirements for a place to live this time, I threw the orc in there. He had a year's supply of food for twenty people and a TV with three hundred channels. Giving this wrong green dwarf a remote control with instructions and explaining where the wardrobe with clothes I quickly left for good, thinking that at the moment my psyche has already experienced enough and THIS can be checked in three...four...five days. I've never been so wrong before.
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As I expected Hale had given her consent and now she was on my side. Her first couple of 'requests' were to get documents related to military developments and a full list of people she was asked to promote. Having accomplished this, she was immediately rewarded with a real reward instead of a couple of hundred tasty breakfasts. She had obtained a sample of super soldier serum, created from Cap's blood and a small portion of Morbius' DNA. This cocktail was injected intravenously and remodelled the body in a couple of hours, making it 60% more powerful. Strength, dexterity, regeneration, senses, everywhere there were noticeable strong changes. The downside of this creation was its temporary effect, after half a year all the bonuses literally in a week came to naught. This was the most significant moment in the use of this drug to entice people. When a person gets such power and begins to feel that he surpasses others he feels a strong satisfaction, but when in a couple of days all the received is rolled back he is horrified. Imagine that every day you are getting weaker and weaker, and by the end of the week your vision from ideal drops to -3, you can't hear well, and your strength is much less. Because of this psychological effect, the chance of betrayal or attempt to defect to the enemy is greatly reduced, and the recruited person goes for a new portion of serum fulfilling more and more assignments.
Of course, this is only a temporary solution, because this serum will work on the body only three times and with each of them its effect will only decrease. But the changes it produces remain and allow the sub...dedicated people to have an 80% chance of being fully transformed by stronger versions of the serum.
After awakening and a couple of tests of her changed abilities, a slightly rejuvenated Kathryn, whose renewed regeneration had healed a couple of old injuries and continued to heal much more serious ones, was much more cooperative and as I could tell now almost no longer saw the change in her superiors as blackmail for no gain other than the survival of her family. I think I had already managed to rise in her eyes a couple of positions above her old boss, who did nothing, but was very good at talking about the beautiful future under him.
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When I returned five days later, I realised that Hoddor had figured out the TV, but when I entered the room, I saw that he had improved it as well. Unfortunately, my attention was quickly diverted by the wall-to-wall upgrade to what was on the TV, namely the Japanese animated series Jo Jo. And there would have been nothing wrong with that, I had watched it myself in a previous life, but the orc standing a couple of metres away from the screen, copying the poses of the main villains of the second season loaded my brain a bit, but the Japanese characters that appeared next to him right in the air overloaded it to the full. After standing like that for a minute I decided that I could come back later, and with a mechanical gait I went to the next room, where several bottles of vodka were taken out of a bag. They don't really work on me, of course, but if you drink a large quantity quickly enough, it can make you feel a little better. I came out of my short but productive drunkenness in twenty minutes when I heard a familiar tune and after a minute spent trying to remember how I knew it, I broke out in a cold sweat, jumped out of my chair and at supersonic speed, turning in one tenth of a second, rushed towards the TV room. I lit a flame on my hand as I approached the doorway and burst inside, sending a wave of fire that destroyed the TV set where the first episode of The Notebook of Death had started and melted part of the wall behind it. I've certainly established dominance in Hoddor's eyes, but I don't know what he'll do if he believes in the magical possibilities of notebooks, so first of all, burn it down, then turn off the anime channel, and then I think I can leave my familiar for a while, especially since I'm going on holiday in a couple of days and I'll be able to relax while doing a new Shield assignment.
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