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Info #222: Dungeons are divided into ranks from D to S+

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Info #223: The rank is assigned to the dungeon starting from the strongest explored at the moment (i.e. S+) to the weakest (i.e. D). When a new strongest dungeon is found, the rank of the previous ones is recalculated using AI algorithms.

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"AI."

"At your service."

"Tell me about the players I'll fly with. Accessing all the available information."

"Search… gathering all the information... Processing. Completed! The first one is Latludious…"

"Next. I know everything about him."

"As you wish. The second player is a female. Her alias is Ona. 23rd level, 67%, 12th place in the military rating. Her profession is the alchemist, who has developed her own flamethrower. She has completed several A+ and S class dungeons. An experienced team fighter. She is active in the forums. Always up to date. She joined the Top Secret guild three months ago, since then she has managed to participate in five sorties on a special quest for guilds."

"If she spends a lot of time on the forum, then there should be information about what she likes."

"Yes. She leads an aggressive campaign against killing monsters outside the dungeons."

"Why?"

"Because they are not respawning."

"What's her gain from this?"

"Information unavailable."

"I'll reformulate: how does she explain it."

"She believes that this type of monster is conscious and can be potentially useful for players if they find a common language with them."

"Why did she switch to Top Secret?"

"In the last guild, no one supported her idea. When the Xuxa player killed the keeper of the forest "Lantavril" in front of her, Ona went berserk and burned her and everyone else involved."

Ronnie opened the bestiary and looked at what the creature was like. A white horse's body, ram's horns, a tail like a phoenix, and legs burning with flames. It can fly for short distances thanks to its magical abilities, as well as control trees that fight on its side. That's why it got the name "Keeper of the forest Lantavril" (aggressive, conscious, the level is not defined).

"The keeper of the forest is always one. After those events, he was seen several more times."

"Yes. Most likely, the monster can respawn. Its behavior has also changed since the first meeting. Lantavril started attacking people rather than trusting them."

"Is that all?"

"No. Every month Ona takes newcomers to a dungeon near Otron - Sansocri to help them level up."

"Her age?"

"Twenty-nine."

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"What about the others?"

"Faolandan (level 24, 8%, 5th place in the military rating) and Sitting Bull (level 24, 53%, 3rd place in the military rating) are the dark horses of the guild. They do not conduct public activities on the forums. Members of Top Secret since its foundation. In the first few months after the release of the game, Sitting Bull topped the list of the best players, after which, together with Vvy (level 23, 80%), he founded Top Secret, but refused a commanding position. He has excellent tracking and hunting skills. Faolandan has completed 98% of the guild's special quests."

"There are too many dangerous guys from the top of the military list around me."

"That’s probably because you are one of them."

"Let's skip the pleasantries. So Top Secret supports the interests of its recruits, right?"

"Yes."

Ronnie could not stop thinking about the incredible speed with which the rating of the best players was changing. A little more than a week ago, Vvy was in sixth place, after the defeat of the WildDron’s const party, rose to third, a week later fell to eleventh, and who overtook him? His comrades. The game on two fronts: a politician and a warrior, has a bad effect on both the first and the second.

The dialogue with the AI ended when Ronnie, dressed in a clean field uniform with a backpack filled to its capacity and a Barrett M107A1 with a 32 centimeters long silencer, entered the airport territory. He walked down a small corridor and saw about a hundred people sitting on plastic chairs in the waiting room. They were all chatting among themselves and did not notice anything around them. Ronnie walked up to the turnstile, the system let him through, the doors opened, and he found himself on the runway. An empty hangar stood a little to the east, a refueling truck drove by, and along the corrugated plates of the airfield pavement were many cones and bright white markings. There, just to the west of the entrance, were two aircraft, one of which was a Boeing B-17 or "flying fortress" - a World War II bomber equipped with four engines, nine large-caliber machine guns with a 180-degree viewing angle, an empty cockpit and a dirty green hull color. Four players were standing in front of the open front door. Latludious noticed Ronnie first and called him over.

"Today is a good day," he said by way of greeting.

"Friday," he replied.

"Good Friday."

Latludious opened his HUD and looked at the time and smiled.

"I can check my watch by you."

"Let's get straight to the point."

"As you wish. Let me introduce you to the team. This is our only female representative - Ona. She's an alchemist and a flamethrower."

"Hey," said a woman with a gray rag veil on her head and the same color of clothes. On her waist belt hung glass flasks filled with yellow flammable liquid, and behind her was a jet flamethrower.

"She's modest," Latludious grinned, "don't offend her. This is our local bodybuilder Faolandan. The machine gunner and the first on the server who managed to tame a monster."

From behind the boxes next to the plane came a Barahu - a creature somewhat similar to a wolfhound with four red eyes and sharp elven ears (not aggressive, conscious, level 19). The spikes completely covered the dog's body. Instead of the usual paws, it had three steel claws. Barahu bared its sharp fangs and growled. Faolandan walked up to him, patted its head, turned to Latludious, and said:

"You are the only monster here, and my Tina is an angel sent by God, the apple of my eye." He turned to Ronnie and continued, "I've heard a lot about you."

"Can't say the same about you."

"You let the most powerful const party die so that it would be easier for you to get to the first place, right? If we had known earlier that you were a rat, we would never have signed a contract with you."

Faolandan approached Ronnie at arm's length and looked at him the way a wild predator looks at an opponent and said:

"This trick will not work with us. Got it?"

Ronnie did not answer. Latludious thought that the sniper was looking through his comrade at all, as if not noticing his presence.

"Let's continue. The last one on our list is Sitting Bull. The second machine gunner and the eternal rival of Faolandan. Both have never died yet. Ona and I made a bet among ourselves which of them would make a mistake first and get a checkmate. But it's just that, lyric."

"And you guys also made bets on what happened to my face!" Ona said laughing. "But I'll tell you nothing until there are at least... m... ten million CP in the bank!"

"Ten? You're crazy!" Faolandan said.

"Maybe, who knows?!"

"Let's continue," Latludious said and cleared his throat. "Vvy - the guild leader will meet us at the Varnasosto fortress and lead us to the dungeon from there. He’s our tank. You'll meet him there. So, do you understand everything?"

Faolandan and Sitting Bull held DP-27 in their hands. The first one was wearing a greenfield uniform, like Ronnie. The second was in a traditional Indian outfit with an additional weapon on his back - a bow and quiver. Latludious was light, without a backpack, weapons, or elixirs. Ona in full gear.

The AI called everyone to board the plane and informed them that they would take off in five minutes. Everyone sat down one by one. The dog lay down next to its owner, lowered its head and a minute later began to snore. Ronnie sat down by the window, next to the wing and watched both engines spin the blades at the same time.