About the book: year / In a past life, I was Vaim - the lord of spirits. Strength, power, universal respect. Even kings considered it an honor to shake my hand. How could it be otherwise? The Vimes were the only ones who stood in the way of the creatures bursting out of the dungeons. They and their spirits. I died protecting humanity. And he got the opportunity to start over from scratch in another world. But Vaim always remains Vaim. Where's my perfume? Why the hell am I not in the dungeon yet??