They say the gods love to play. Mainly with human destinies and lives. They even got a separate site for themselves, it’s called Ludus. The site is advanced, equipped with the latest technology: there is a gaming system, there are Players, there are NPCs. Well, nepis... Whoever remembers a past life is a Player. Those who don’t remember are unwritten. In general, everything is like with people. Even the main prize does not shine with originality - the opportunity to become a god... Mikhail Veniaminovich was fabulously lucky - instead of the hellish cauldron expected after death, he was offered the honor of playing the Game and competing for the main prize. Deadlines are not limited. Means too.

Author's notes:1. This novel is a test of the pen in the LitRPG genre. Please do not swear too much and do not throw tomatoes. Especially if you are a fan of constant action and heroes who bend everything that moves right off the bat.2. There will be numbers, but at a minimum.3. The main character is a grandfather, but not canon. He didn’t own corporations, didn’t serve in intelligence, didn’t join the KGB. And in general, at first he only knows how to swear.4. There is no harem and there never will be. Just like the boyars. Zombies are not planned, but there is necromancy in the world, so maybe there will be a glimpse somewhere.5. The author writes in his free time from everything else, so new chapters, unfortunately, are planned only once a week.