I’m an antiquarian—someone who searches not only for old trinkets, but also for magical power. And I can even create artifacts myself, though that’s not the limit of it. In another world, I found my place, and I’m happy about that. Yes, there are problems and enemies that I will have to punish one way or another, and my clan needs to be revived so it can take a worthy place. But I’m used to helping people and fighting curses too. I’ll go into rifts as if they were my own home, driving away the unclean—luckily there’s plenty there to feed on. And of course I need to sort out my personal life as well, because there are many beautiful ladies nearby—and somewhere there is one single, unique one… or maybe more than one. My plans are ambitious, but I won’t agree to anything less. Will what I’m imagining come true? I’ll manage, get what’s mine back, and won’t give it away again…