I was an ordinary guy, not an archmage, god or hired killer. And I had a dream - to become an aristocrat. And when there was one step left before her, I was killed. Praying to the Keeper of the Worlds for help helped, but not in the way I wanted. Yes, now I am in the body of the prince, the highest aristocrat of the empire. Except my source is destroyed, my legs are paralyzed and everyone hates me, including the yard dog. My father wants to take my legacy, his family wants me to die, and then Secret Detective became interested in me. Well, the road will master the walking. Once I was able to rise and I will rise again. I will return to my world, take my mother and sister from there and take revenge on those who betrayed me if I were not Timofey Bagryanin.