CHAPTER 98
Author: Alexis Zee
last update2026-11-08 22:54:49

We had more spells than an idiot had candy wrappers. Why was she being so stingy with them? These morons were doomed anyway. We could practically give them the location of the Holy Grail and it wouldn't make much difference!

The goods we'd ordered were stacked in crates right inside the ritual circle.

Now that was a laboratory in the making.

With accurate scales and proper glassware, I'd be able to measure my ingredients precisely and get closer to creating albedo than anyone else in this world
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  • CHAPTER 99

    The cultists listened attentively, even taking notes. With new spells in such short supply, apparently even this piece of necromantic nastiness qualified as a revelation.It did make me wonder, though.If necro-energy-based magic worked perfectly well in my original world, had various occult nutjobs throughout history ever used it?Take Count Cagliostro and the Count of Saint-Germain. They might have been confidence tricksters, but it was also possible they'd picked up a few tricks in some ancient ruins in Egypt or Italy.No. In Cagliostro's case, we knew for a fact that he was a cunning adventurer who didn't know a damn thing. Saint-Germain was much the same.But the druids? That was a different story.Even the ancient Romans, who knew a thing or two about torture and execution, spoke of druidic sacrifices with disgust and revulsion. The druids had slaughtered people with enthusiasm and flair, doing it on a massive scale and for practically any reason.Maybe they'd genuinely known so

  • CHAPTER 98

    We had more spells than an idiot had candy wrappers. Why was she being so stingy with them? These morons were doomed anyway. We could practically give them the location of the Holy Grail and it wouldn't make much difference!The goods we'd ordered were stacked in crates right inside the ritual circle.Now that was a laboratory in the making.With accurate scales and proper glassware, I'd be able to measure my ingredients precisely and get closer to creating albedo than anyone else in this world.But it was too early to count my chickens.The cult of morons had assembled in full force inside the artillery tower.Present were the Maiden, Lion, Ram, and Behemoth.Cat, Dog, Bull, and Goat were supposed to be there as well, but something had happened to them…Oh, right! They'd committed suicide after their encounter with Fate.Good riddance.“Mai apse pel karata hun, daanav!” the Maiden bellowed.Bull had previously been responsible for conducting the rituals, but he'd gone off to the Land

  • CHAPTER 97

    Russian Federation, Vladivostok, Fort No. 1 — June 20, 2021“Anyone here?” I called as I climbed down from the table.Being inside the doll was a very strange experience. I could still feel my body back in the world where I currently lived, but now there were the sensations of the doll as well—dull and cold. It was like keeping your feet in a basin of cold water for five minutes. At first, it was uncomfortable, but eventually you got used to it.Except this time, it was my entire body.The first time had felt different.“Lord Ayyubid?” someone called from the next room.As always, I was back at Fort No. 1, the place where I'd left my original world.We needed to start moving our operations elsewhere, little by little. The cops might be many things, but stupid wasn't necessarily one of them.Sure, there were plenty of useless uniformed officers. They'd been recruiting some of those guys through job advertisements since the early 2000s, after all. But investigators were different. They

  • CHAPTER 96

    “Don’t buy that bread,” Astrid said, indicating a stall with a glance. “I’ve heard a lot about Rhomaioi bread, and that one is bottom of the barrel.”I examined the stall she’d pointed out. The loaves were round, like large country bread, but without any of the fancy decorative touches I was used to. Each had a simple cross-shaped cut on top. Their color was an unhealthy-looking gray, and some were burnt in places.I wouldn’t have bought that stuff either.“Let’s get ours from that stall instead,” Astrid said, pointing to the neighboring vendor.The loaves there were the same shape, but they looked much more like proper bread to me. They had golden-brown crusts and, generally speaking, looked a lot closer to what I considered edible.“How much?” I asked.“One keration per loaf,” the seller replied.And what the hell was a keration?At this rate, figuring out the Byzantine monetary system was going to give me a brain aneurysm.“That’s half a miliarisium,” Astrid helpfully explained.“G

  • CHAPTER 95

    And now, standing in the middle of this square, I was looking at people who needed nothing more than accordions in their hands to complete the childhood image burned into my brain.They were speaking a language I couldn't understand. Old Russian, perhaps, or something along those lines.“Who are these people?” I asked the necromancer walking beside me.“Venedi...” Astrid replied uncertainly. “Or Antes. Or Sclaveni. I couldn't tell you for sure. I'm not particularly knowledgeable about different peoples.”All right, time to dredge up those school history lessons.I'd definitely heard of the Venedi. The Antes? No fucking clue.But Sclaveni sounded almost identical to Slavs.That's it! They were Slavs.Not necessarily Russians, though. There had always been a hell of a lot of Slavs on this planet. Poles were Slavs, for instance. So were Czechs, Slovaks, Serbs, Croats, and Bosniaks.Culturally, however, they might as well have been Greeks as far as I was concerned.There was no point look

  • CHAPTER 94

    On the other hand, I could buy slaves and then effectively set them free, hoping they'd choose to keep working for me.But that was idiotic for an entirely different reason. It wouldn't solve the problem of slavery, and once freed, those people would have little reason to keep busting their backs for my benefit. Most would probably head straight back to wherever they'd been taken from.On the first bus out.Well, there wouldn't actually be any buses, but you get the idea.Anyway, I'd made up my mind. For now, we'd manage without slaves or servants. Once I'd repaired the house and got everything in order, we'd hire a couple of cooks and housekeepers to prepare meals and keep the place clean.There was a mountain of work ahead of me, and I couldn't afford to waste my time cooking and scrubbing floors.I also had plans for a radical overhaul of the heating system, provided I could find the right materials at the market. Fireplaces were horribly inefficient, and having one in nearly every

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