Heroic fantasy with a measured pace: an ordinary man from our world ends up where blades, magic, and gods rule.
How did it happen? In a bar, a charming girl sat next to me—you know how it goes. I’d already started making plans, and then she announces: “I’m the Laughing Goddess. And I have a deal you won’t refuse.”
But I tell myself: “Denis, you’re an engineer. A normal educated person, an atheist—no mysticism, no miracles. What goddesses? What magic? What barons, patricians, and holy swords?”
Still, if all of that doesn’t exist, what do I have to lose by agreeing?
Agreed. And then—click—and reality goes off the rails: the world crumbled, then rebuilt itself again, but completely different. Now I’m the most real patrician. With me, there’s a holy sword. Magic and miracles around me aren’t fairy tales—they’re a fact. And, worst of all, the monastery-psychiatric ward where they locked me up is also entirely real.