In my resume there was one word: “solver.”
I solved problems. Finally.
Until one of them decided me—betrayed me, killed me, and closed the matter.
I open my eyes—new employer. An ancient deity. The contract is simple: my life in exchange for my joy. I laughed—what kind of joy? The deal is perfect.
The social package is modest: conditional immortality, strange abilities, and a cult in a half-ruined state.
Now I’m Lyutoyar in Severgrad, a city where smug aristocrats from House Voron run everything.
My plan? Conduct an audit.
They think they’re hunting a foreigner. They’re wrong.
I’m not prey. I’m an auditor of the higher powers—and in my report their House is listed as the largest expense item.