After getting hit by a shell, I was transported into a world of magic where demons and undead reign. Why did only my soul move into someone else’s body and all my knowledge remain from my previous life — that’s not a question for me.
In the new world, from infancy, I behaved nothing like my peers, trying to master knowledge and memorize runes. Even my very birth was unusual. However, by the will of the gods and thanks to good people — I survived. Now it was time to go and find my place in the larger world.
When you’ve just turned seventeen, even a devil isn’t scary — not to mention monsters lurking in the underground levels. With a couple of mana and restoration vials, and an old sword and a crossbow I made with my own hands, I left the place where I grew up. Acting recklessly, you’d surely turn into a walking corpse or a skeleton. Every step must be taken carefully: don’t chase a crane in the sky — carve out your path with blood and sweat. Who to become and what to do? There are many paths, but, oddly enough, there isn’t really a special choice…