In this world everything is determined by the Moon under which you were born—magic, power, lineage, luck. The Moons leave and come back, and this is an unshakable order of the universe.
Here you can become stronger than anyone else and reach unimaginable heights… if your Moon is in the sky.
My implant burned out, leaving a hole in the back of my head, and I died.
Dead? Then why the hell are they slamming my face into the floor, and boots are sticking into my ribs? Fine, get up—there are only four of them. But why are they dressed so strangely?
Just like me…
Damn it, I’m even a weakling?!
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From the author: Monsters, gates, magical energy from every crack, intrigues of clans and lineages, and lovely (though more annoying?) girls. The hero is unbearably smart and cold-bloodedly stupid at the same time—he shamelessly grabs stars from the sky (and he catches them right in the first chapter). There are a sea of rople-characters, with logic stretched over a goat. Pompous seriousness guaranteed, bordering on humor, but seasoned with blood and teeth flying out of jaws (and the hero’s too?).
But first the hero will have to struggle…