Who wouldn’t want to become popular? Oddly enough, there are plenty of such modest people. For example, me. Of course, it’s cool to be famous, but when both those you like and those who don’t like you are fans of you, it’s not so nice. Well, when fate, for completely incomprehensible reasons, makes you the idol of hundreds of thousands of intelligent individuals of different races, there is no time for joy and, especially, no time for vanity. In magical Geneva, nothing happens for nothing. Therefore, the sooner you understand by whose will so much “happiness” fell on your head and who exactly is hiding behind the mask of “fate,” the greater the chance of surviving. So the first thing a new “star” needs to do is start looking around more often, keep a shield handy and buy an Orc-caliber revolver.