Hello Magic! Book One. Pirozhki

Died. Reincarnated. Landed here.

Yevgeny didn’t believe in magic. And that was a mistake.

Death under the wheels of a Mercedes isn’t the end. It’s an entry ticket to a world where magic drinks blood, the gods play dice with souls, and any “bright ideal” is worth a pair of corpses.

He got a second chance. But he didn’t ask for power that makes vessels burst. He didn’t ask for enemies among those who rule the stars. And he definitely didn’t ask for the truth that will smear the very wall of the notions of good and evil.

Magic demands payment. The chance to die is far too high.

Get ready: here no one will pat you on the head. Here, the one who survives is the one ready to burn everything—including themselves.

“Hello, magic!” is fantasy without embellishment, where a second chance smells of gunpowder, and choice is only an illusion for those too weak not to choose.