Instead of splattering into a pancake as I fell from the hundredth floor, I woke up in a new world. In my own body too—only it had been rejuvenated twice, and in my hands I had a bowl of noodles. It turns out that I’m now a noodles merchant in a world where there’s clearly magic, and people can do something unbelievable: they fly through the air, throw chunks of rock, and constantly talk about some kind of cultivation. I have no idea what to do with all of this, but I’ll figure it out for sure—because back then, somehow, I managed to deal with the ЖКХ utility payment system.