About the book: year / My implant burned out, leaving a hole in the back of my head, and I died. Died? Then why the hell is my face being slammed on the floor and boots being stuck in my ribs? Okay, let's get up, there are only four of them. But why are they dressed strangely? Like me... Your dog, I’m also a skinny bitch?! From the author: Monsters, gates, magical energy from all cracks, intrigues of clans and clans, and pleasant (although rather infuriating) girls. The hero is incredibly smart and cold-bloodedly stupid, shamelessly snatches stars from the sky (he catches them right away in the first chapter). A sea of ​​pianos, with logic stretched over a goat. Pathetic seriousness is guaranteed, bordering on humor, but flavored with blood and teeth flying from the jaws (and the hero too). True, at first the hero will have a bit of a hard time…