What is my name now… it doesn’t matter anymore. Until yesterday, I was the most ordinary person, even if early retired. But one meeting with Dionysus turned everything upside down: the patron of people who love to drink offered me a “profitable side job.” That’s how I got pulled into a divine elimination contest. The participants must develop and upgrade settlements, eliminate competitors, and earn victory for the god who has chosen you. It’s a hard task—but the prize promises to be generous. In words everything sounds tolerable—only other participants got orcs, elves, humans, dwarves, and other strong races, while I got a tribe of pitiful, backward goblins. Thanks, Dionysus, you tried.