I was transported to the world of magic, where evil spirits and undead rule the roost, after a shell hit a tank. Why only the soul moved into someone else’s body and all my knowledge from a past life remained is not a question for me. In the new world, from infancy, I did not behave like my peers, trying to comprehend knowledge and remember the runes. And the birth itself was extraordinary. However, by the will of the gods and thanks to good people, he survived. The time has come and you set off in search of your place in the big world. When you have just turned seventeen, even the devil is not afraid, not to mention the monsters lurking in the underground levels. Having a couple of bottles of mana and restoration potions, an old sword, and a crossbow made with his own hands left the place where he grew up. If he acted recklessly, he would probably turn into a walking dead man or a skeleton. Each step must be taken carefully, not chasing the pie in the sky, but making your way with blood and sweat. Who to become and what to do? There are many ways, but, oddly enough, there is no particular choice...