I loved mint gingerbread and military ones... Damn, not that!

Gingerbread makes me want to puke, and the war left me with an incomplete set of limbs and a bunch of debts. How can you refuse an old friend in such circumstances, especially since he offers a huge sum for a mere trifle - to play a game?

But the restrictions on the capsule have been removed, which means that the matter doesn’t just smell bad - it stinks.

And it doesn’t stink of mint gingerbread...

Author’s notes: I never knew how to write annotations... Ahem-ahem! Tired of the same type of boyar? How about the good old Litrpg?

PS: The illustrations were generated using the Midjourney neural network. License, of course.