To the world of magic, where evil spirits and undead rule the ball, was transferred after the shell hit the tank. Why only the soul moved to someone else's body and all my knowledge from a past life remained is not a question for me. In the new world, from infancy, he did not behave like peers, trying to comprehend knowledge and remember the runes. And the very birth itself happened extraordinary. However, by the will of the gods and thanks to good people, he survived. The time has come and went in search of his place in the big world. When you just turned seventeen, even the devil is not scary, not to mention the monsters lurking in the underground levels. Having a couple of potions of mana potions and restoration, an old sword, and a crossbow made by himself, left the place where he grew up. Acting recklessly would surely turn into a walking dead man or skeleton. Each step must be done carefully, not chasing a crane in the sky, but punching your way with blood and sweat. What to become and what to do? There are many ways, but, oddly enough, there is no special choice...