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  I wonder what this is. What the different between a

  regular ability and this.

  “Maybe it was created by the same force that made

  me, and certainly I am not an ability.”

  You’re a companion. Are you saying that the system

  is also a companion?

  “I do not think so. You have only one companion and

  it is me.”

  You’re right. So, you’re a companion, there’s abilities,

  and whatever the system is.

  “And levels too.”

  No, levels dictate all this, it’s not a separated term.

  “Okey.”

  Now. You as a companion possess abilities. What can

  the system possess? And can you have a companion?

  If you can, can the system have a companion? Or

  abilities?

  “You should ask Tolverstov.”

  Maby. Let’s check the system. I’m really curios what

  is ‘action mode’.

  “Me too, it sounds exciting.”

  Action mode

  Nothing happened.

  action mode.

  Nothing.

  Is it broken?

  “It says that it is off.”

  So how do I turn it on?

  “Maybe that what you suppose to do instead of

  opening it.”

  Oh, right.

  Action mode on.

  His vision immediately changed.

  The first thing that caught his eye was Tolverstov, he

  glowed soft blue light, and above his head was blue

  name tag.

  tolverstov droy (friendly)

  He probably looked shocked because Tolverstov

  asked, “what happened”?

  “Nothing, just checking something.”

  Tolverstov was smart enough to remain silence, and

  Nathaniel turned back to his new vision.

  Everything was clear, even the dark corners of the

  room. He could see clearly every crack in the wall

  and was surprised to see how many were on every

  wall. In the periphery of his vision, he could see in

  the bottom right, a round map. He couldn’t look at it

  directly as it moved with his eyes, but he was aware

  to the details even when he was focused on

  something else. In the top of his vision, he could see

  compass showing that he is currently looking to the

  north plus thirty. In the bottom left of his vision, he

  could see a small bag icon, and what looked like

  representation of his clothes in gray.

  That’s ridiculously feel like a video game.

  “I want to agree with you, but my existence is as

  ridiculous as video game reality.”

  I suppose you’re right.

  “Do you think the bag icon is your inventory”?

  Probably, but I don’t understand why it is there, I can

  already access my inventory easily enough.

  “Try to open it and we shall see.”

  But how do I open it?

  “That I do not know.”

  After some trial and error, he found out that all he

  needs to do to open it is to imagine it open.

  It opened two transparent squares, one containing

  the shaker, and the other containing the door

  handle. There was a no access symbol on the shaker.

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  “I think that it is for easy access to weapons.”

  I don’t think the door handle can pass for weapon,

  and I have better access to the shaker thru the

  regular inventory.

  “You can throw the door handle, and I think that the

  shaker is a special case.

  Whose side are you on?

  “The system side of cores.”

  “ah”

  what?

  “I think the system just gave me a high five.”

  What?

  “I think the system just gave me a high five.”

  I heard that. But still, what?

  “Yes.”

  First of all, you AND the system have no hands. I

  think.

  “Well…”

  I didn’t finish.

  “Sorry, go ahead.”

  Second, how? Where? What the fuck?

  “Did you finish”?

  Yes.

  “I felt something that the only way I can describe it is

  high five from someone behind a wall.”

  What do you mean ‘behind a wall’?

  “That is the reason I think it is the system. It felt

  there is someone close to me, but we are not in the

  same dimension. That is not accurate, it felt like what

  I think is the system, is not all the way in my

  dimension. And it gave me a mental high five.”

  Okey, that’s too much. I think we need to let

  Tolverstov in on our little secret.

  “Are you sure it is the smart thing to do”?

  Yes. If I continue to find outlandish things in my self

  without some explanation, I’m going to lose my mind

  for good.

  “Oh, please tell him. I do not want to live in a mad

  house.”

  Okey.

  Nathaniel took a long breath.

  “Mr. Tolverstov”

  “I’m just a magic expert, you can call me Tolverstov.”

  “you’re right, my mistake.”

  Tolverstov seemed amused and curios at the same

  time. “Did you finish to check your powers”?

  “I wish. I need your help.”

  “Oh, are you going to tell me some secrets”?

  “Can I trust you”?

  “Yes, but I don’t see how my ward worth something

  in that matter.”

  “I’ll take your ward for it.”

  “I’m happy to hear it.”

  “So where do I begin”?

  “Start from how you’ve found your powers, and then

  explain them.”

  “Okey. I’m a bartender.”

  “What is a bartender”?

  “You don’t have bars here”?

  “I guess we don’t.”

  “So where do you go to buy alcohol beverages”?

  “I guess we don’t have alcohol beverages to.”

  “Dude”

  “Is it some sort of medicine”?

  “No, but hospitals do use it a lot.”

  “Is it poison”?

  Nathaniel smiled.

  “Yes, but people drink it all the time.”

  “I, ah, you sell poison to people”?

  Nathaniel smile widened.

  “Hell no. unless your cheap ass insists to buy the

  cheap vodka, or the awful whiskey I drunk last night.”

  “I give up. What is this must have poison for

  hospitals”?

  Nathaniel burst out laughing.

  “Okey. I didn’t think I’ll need to explain to someone

  what alcohol is, but I guess I’m the expert in that

  area. Alcohol is something we make from grains and

  fruit, and even sugar. It’s dangerous to drink pure,

  but if you put it on wounds, it cleans them, although

  its stings, but it’s not dangerous at all. In relation to

  my profession, we make a variety of drinks with

  alcohol, some with little as two percent, and some as

  high as ninety six percent, although I wouldn’t drink

  it without something to soften the punch.”

  “Is it that tasty, that you willing to call a poison

  beverage”?

  “It’s not a poison, and it’s that tasty. I promise you.”

  “I’ll take your ward for that.”

  “Maybe I’ll make some for you.”

  Nathaniel smiled. “And for me of cores.”

  “Thank you, I guess. so, you make alcohol. How does

  that connect to your powers.”

  Nathaniel stopped to think.

  “Now that I think about it, it’s a good question.”

  “you’re a weird guy. Did anybody ever tell you that”?

  Nathaniel smiled. “Every day. But in a good way.”