As Sergei Trofimov sings: “My fate is an underwater snake, it will sting at the moment when you least expect it.” In my life, it’s like in a song: I didn’t wait, it stung. I went fishing with my friends in the quarries, where, as it turned out too late, all sorts of devilish things happen. That’s where I was transferred to the world of Einal. What can I tell you about him? Classic fantasy world: people, elves, gnomes and other characters. Oh yes! The medieval world is gradually losing the war of evil spirits and undead - the army of the Damned. Representatives of all races managed to gain a foothold on the last continent that had not yet been completely captured, and localized the Zone that arose on it - the territory of the Cursed Lands - with the wall of Borderland fortresses. Oh no, of course, I don’t claim to be the savior of Einal, I have nothing else to do. My tasks are much simpler: to learn to become a first-class necromancer, since this art is in great demand in the Borderlands; if possible, become a good healer; having a second source of magic allows this; serve ten years of compulsory service in the Borderland as a garrison magician - pay for free cheese for studying at the Academy; and, of course, to achieve reciprocity in love, although sometimes it seems to me that it would be easier to save Einal.