I have devoted my entire life to the study of curses. They were afraid of my gaze. They were afraid of my voice. They died from my touch. I gained great fame and died at the top... Everything would be fine, but the body turned out to be not eternal. However, it doesn’t matter: I had a special curse for this case too. But who knew that my plan to gain immortality would not work as planned and I would find myself in a new world? Moreover, in the body of the thrice-dead son of a forgotten aristocrat. Some kind of beetle has also appeared, he says, my God, my last name is now Maisky, and a hunt is open for my family. Looks like we'll have to show the locals what it means to deal with the damned!