A portal back to my old world is open—but it isn’t as simple as I thought. And when I got into the old world, I really wanted to return. How else could it be, when instead of a simple “here’s the enemy—go and kill” I learn news like this? Well, nothing—people dealt with it before, we’ll handle it now too. After all, I’m a modifier, an antimage, and Prince Skuratov—and that must mean something!