The Otherworlder's Story-4. The Clan

No matter how hard I try not to stand out, it turns out I’m doing it terribly. More and more influential players are eyeing the lone figure on the chessboard. But I’m not going to become a pawn in someone else’s game. It’s time to start my own match. Hm, now it’s like Lenin started talking. So not a match—but a clan. Coincidences aren’t random. I figured that out a long time ago. Fate brought me together with good people. Or maybe it was a system? And I don’t really care. It’s already too late to hit the brakes. Only forward.