I never liked war crimes, but there’s nothing else I can do so well. What are they rich in, as they say? It didn’t end well; during the next cleanup I caught a dozen bullets and found myself in a new world. This world is trying to kill me too. But there's a problem - I can't die. Wait, what? * * * A sociopathic mercenary, having received mortal wounds, finds himself in the body of a magic academy student doomed to death. To survive in the world of the victorious woof-punk, you need to get hold of a cursed artifact and kill three powerful magicians in a week. And also deliver the letter to Rashimil.