========== Prologue ==========

Probably, as every self-respecting popdance could start with the fact that he died.

But! I'm not dead! And in front of me now stands some guy and rubs me that he is the God of Games and that he chose me to become his entertainment for the near future. And normally, I'd probably send him away or call a psych ward. But again, BUT! In the 1st I am in a white room, although a minute ago I was at home and made myself a Cup of tea, and maybe I fell asleep while the kettle is boiling, but no matter how much I pinched myself, I can't Wake up. But, probably, it is worth all the same to answer that this HORSERADISH bears

"Hey, I'm not a DICK!"

So, since it is impolite to be silent, and this NEKHREN probably reads my thoughts, it is better for me to answer, and then you never know will be offended and once embody my soul.

-Yes, Yes, of course, it's not FUCKING GOOD.

"Well, as I understand it, I was chosen at the behest of your undoubtedly great left heel, and now I'm going to be a Hitman. Am I getting this right?

-Yes, and since I am such a good God, I will give you a system that will help you develop both my and other Gods ' entertainment.

- Clear...And as far as I understand, you can't refuse?

- Of course, and your brain seems to be boiling mortal

-can you at least choose the world?

"No, it's not that interesting, especially since we've already figured out where we're going to put you." So suffer mortal, muhaha Kha-Kha …

And I lost consciousness.