You survived, no matter what. Overcame the endless desert. Swung a pickaxe at hard labor. Finally, you found yourself among people, and, it would seem, nothing threatens you. The new world greeted you, although not very kindly, but from now on it is your world. You have to live in it. And it depends only on you whether you bend under him or bend him under yourself. And you also have one phenomenal ability - to get into all sorts of troubles. And now, against your own will, you again have to turn around like a squirrel in a wheel, sometimes even with a rifle in your hands. However, firearms in this world are not your strong point. After all, you are an adept of magic.