It’s been eighteen years since I’ve been in this strange world permeated with magic. Well, or Strength, as the natives call it. However, it doesn't matter. It just so happened that I am the youngest and weakest child, with an almost atrophied gift. It seems to be there, and there’s no point in it. That’s why I planned my life without taking it into account. But, as they say, man proposes, but God disposes. Hm. Well, or the unified information field of the Earth, through which I seem to have ended up here. Doesn't matter. The main thing is that I found a way to strengthen my gift. So what, continue to stick to the original plan? Yeah. Come back tomorrow. Walk, walk!