Months passed, Scott did not stop his numerous trips to the telegram space, earned money, played visual novels, in other words, there was everyday life. But suddenly a real hell happened. But, first things first.
One day, Rayaz worked very well, earned a lot of money, as usual bought more visual novels, bought food, something to drink, came home, and was met by a furious as hell Zilya, his mother.
- HELLO WHERE THE FUCK IS MY VODKA??? I CAN SENS THAT YOU DON'T HAVE IT BEFORE YOU COME IN HOUSE
- Mom... I'm sorry. I decided to buy more food.
- FUCKING ASSHOLE WHY DID I GIVE BIRTH TO YOU? QUICKLY SELL THE FUCKING FOOD AND GO BUY ME SOME VODKA
- Ok.. but i really wanted to eat mom..
-WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT? QUICKLY GO FOR VODKA!
and so, Rayaz had to hand over food and buy his mother vodka in incredible quantities. Rayaz was very upset with his mother, but she gave him an incredible drink - Zilyako, it is such an incredible mixture that when you drink it you qualitatively surpass yourself for a very long time, you become conceptually so much higher than yourself - that it is not even evolution, in comparison with this, the evolution of multiplying yourself looks insignificant and helpless, literally nothing for Rayaz after Zilyako.
So Rayaz decided to play visual novels. He took a Nintendo Switch out of the closet, sat down at the table and started playing one. He played for hours, for days he was so engrossed in them that he didn't even notice that two days had passed. He turned around, tired, with a strong desire to go to bed, when he suddenly saw - his bed was gone. It turned out that Rayaz was too engrossed in visual novels - his mother had eaten away at his bed with acid vomit while she walked around the house in fits of a hangover, washing it down with alcohol. He had neither a mattress nor a blanket - only iron bed bars. Rayaz was very upset, and very tired, exhausted, he asked his mother how long the miraculous zilyako would work, and she said a few more days. Rayaz realized that he couldn't be lazy, and went into the telegram space. But he realized that it was a bad idea to go there exhausted, and before leaving he took his bow to hunt, and discovered that his mother had eaten all his arrows. Taking his last pennies, he went to the market of his village, where he was met by a bearded dark-skinned seller, who gave him the arrows for a low price, and with the rest he took some ayran for himself. After that, he went to the nearest forest, this was necessary to catch crows. Seeing a plump crow in the sky above the path near the forest, he began to shoot. The first one - missed. The second - too. On the third shot he hit the crow right in the eye, and it fell. He quickly, without even ripping off its feathers, carried it to a clearing, created a quick small fire from sticks, opened the lid of the ayran, and was already preparing for a meal. But he forgot a very important detail! Taking out his dick, he quickly shot sperm into his ayran, stirred it with his finger, licked it and said - "perfect!"
After a great meal, he went to Telegram. Cutting the space with a quick movement of his finger, he entered cyberspace, and got to the starting point - where the subway, trains, planes go, in general, this is the road to Telegram chats. But he decided not to hesitate, looked at the subway road, saw that nothing was moving, and ran at full speed along this incredible road. After a few minutes of running at an endless speed, he accelerated and reached an immeasurable speed, because he realized that a train was coming after him. Having run a colossal distance, he realized that the train was only approaching. Rayaz thought this was the end, but suddenly he remembered how in childhood he ran away from a crowd of roosters who pecked him, and turned on the berserker mode, running to the black market - a place where he takes orders, exchanges Telegram stars, Telegram currency for real money. Approaching one of the bandits from whom he takes orders, he learned that he had become quite famous - NFTs with him began to appear. He decided to buy one for himself with the last unexchanged stars - maybe it would grow in the future. And he bought himself an NFT "Villager Rayaz".
Having taken many orders, he went to work, flew through hundreds of chats, took money so that he would not erase them, carried out orders, raped, robbed. And he did this continuously for many days. Finishing another order, he arrived at the black market, and realized that there were already too many stars. Having exchanged them for a large sum of money, he decided that he needed to please his mother. Having flown to his native village, he bought a lot of alcohol for his mother, and visual novels for himself. Already in front of the house, he stood rooted to the spot, and was horrified - the door to his house was open, and everything there was in hellish shit and diarrhea. Slowly entering the house, he realized that shit was on all the walls and ceilings, everything was in shit. Having entered the hall, he was simply ready to go crazy, his horror knew no bounds. There lay his dead, no longer breathing mother, covered in vomit, torn clothes, shit, blood. A swastika was drawn on her stomach. He began to scream like no one had ever screamed before - in horror he sucked out the last thing that was in his mother's boobs, but even the sip did not calm his heart. Rayaz thought that this was the last time he would be able to drink from it. It was a real drama.
After the hellish grief, he switched to malice and incredible anger - he decided that he would kill the entire telegram, and find out exactly who did it.
In a fit of anger, he flew into Telegram, destroying absolutely everything he saw - he knew no bounds, he destroyed structures that were higher than him in terms of existence, lower in terms of existence - he didn't care. He simply smashed all Telegram chats and everything he saw. This went on for months, and his ardor did not subside.
In a fit of anger, he attacked Telegram, destroying absolutely everything he saw - he knew no bounds, he destroyed structures that were higher than him in the level of existence, lower than him in the level of existence - he didn't care. He simply destroyed all Telegram chats and everything he saw. This went on for months, and his ardor did not subside. The biggest thing he did during this time was to go to a very powerful chat that was on a level of existence higher than himself. But because of his incredible anger, he can rise even higher in the hierarchy, and therefore there were no problems. Blyadushnik is a very powerful chat that was not easy for Rayaz to kill. So here's how it all happened:
Rayaz, having flown into this chat, passively absorbed the souls of all personafags with his aura at an infinite distance, regardless of their density. So he practiced the technique of passively destroying enemies on a technical level - persona 3 reload.
But, Rayaz met a worthy opponent, closer to the residence. Chepuh - a creature that hurt Rayaz by telling him that Rayaz is an insignificant normis, and he himself is a great elite, killing him mentally, trying to lower his level of existence and lower him in the hierarchy. Chepuh could hang the stigma of a normis on anyone - even on elitists and professional telegram creatures. But, he did not know that Rayaz had a countermeasure - visual novels, his main weapon, which in its concept was not normis, because of which he simply repelled all his pathetic attacks. Because of this, Chepuh received major technical damage, and almost died, but..
Emir took control of the trolling power, from which Rayaz burst from pain, and he, angry, unable to bear it, returned to his home, and he realized that he needed to maintain subordination, because this way he would not be able to find the real culprit and take revenge on him. He decided to examine the body, and like a detective, build a cause and effect relationship. Thinking about the whole murder for a long time, after a few days he built a complete picture. His mother was sitting on the couch, someone attacked her, out of fear she began to fly in all directions on her shit and hit her face on all parts of the house, because of this it was all bloody and scratched. After she fell back on the couch, she was apparently caught and thrown there, her stomach was neatly cut in the shape of a swastika. The man who did this just silently looked at her face writhing in horror and pain. When she died, he calmly left her house, and then the village. Most likely, these were members of a powerful chat, and even Zili's milk did not allow him to fight them. He realized that he needed to start powerful training in the body of Zilya, his mother, who was not yet decomposing. Thus began the rigorous, multi-year training of the Rayaz.