About the book: year / This is definitely not how I imagined my brilliant military career. In general, the details of what would have to be done in the war with the imperial usurpers monotheists did not appear in my head. I, of course, was not an idiot... although it depends on how you look at it, I saw myself as a captain who had already returned from a victorious war in a wide hat with a feather, a light military coat that fit his figure, a spectacular drop at the waist, conquering all the beauties in his city. Two-week drill, then the strengthening ritual, which was supposed to make each of us the strongest fighter, instead of strengthening brought me a fragment of a magic crystal, right into my chest. This didn't make me stronger, I became dead. The first time. I woke up in the body of a fellow ten, lived for several days, and was killed. I hit the foreman Jurgen and so on many more times... And also what kind of entity of a higher plane, calling itself the Storyteller, is somehow connected with that ritual. This is not how I imagined the war!