This is the ninth attempt, and he’s started to understand why things didn’t go well for those who came before him. An uninhabited island, the sea, a forest—no difference; everywhere there is only death. Knowledge hastily crammed into his head and questionable skills learned from just a few practice sessions impress no one here, and they are far less useful than the local bird that just happens to show up.
And then there are the people: they can kill, they can save. And the road for the would-be suicides—the finish line where the same bony old woman with a scythe waits...
Or perhaps someone even worse.
The doctor was brutally frank and effectively sentenced Danila to death. So what do you do when medicine admits its helplessness? Burn the remaining months away in alcohol and drugs’ madness, take your own life, or give in to the offer from a stranger to try to break into a parallel world and survive there in a new body? None of his previous attempts were lucky—none of them survived in the new world for more than an hour. Danila is the ninth attempt. Will this one be more successful than the last?