Every time I find myself in one of my apocalypses, I want to curse the day I became a writer. Who knew that for this in the future I would have to save all those worlds that I so persistently tried to destroy, and rescue the careless main characters from troubles? This time it turned out to be easy to understand what kind of story it was. I knew these heroes, I knew their names, their appearance, and even what was going to happen in the future. And now, with the same light hand, let's try to save this world from destruction. The task ahead is not easy, because the body in which I find myself this time belongs to none other than the younger brother of the archmage, because of whom this place is about to blow up. And how will we persuade our elder not to destroy the universe?< /p>