18+ I was the STRONGEST! I crushed planets. I bought whole COUNTRIES out of boredom. I had the MOST beautiful girls in the world. And then they told me: stand up, Tёma, you’re going to... okay, I just woke up. I woke up in handcuffs. Accused of murder. Some maniac cracked my skull, cut out my heart, and replaced it with an artifact. And the artifact came with a scar, monstrous power, and a ghost that WON’T SHUT UP—NOT FOR A SECOND. And you think that’s the only problem? *hysterical laughter turning into tears* I don’t have a gift. People around me call me Nищеконт (like a viscount, but... with a financial twist). And my newfound power spends my own life! Every blow, every healing of wounds, takes a piece out of the lifespan allotted to me by fate. Immortality on credit, damn it. So here’s the question: will I figure out who stole my heart and why before the hours of my life stop at the mark: well, let’s remember this kind fellow...?