The troubles began when they were not expected at all. I was sure I had finished my studies at the Academy of Deaths. But my thesis project right during the defense … rose from the dead and fled!
And now, in order to become a certified death, I must not only return my work to its proper place, but also tear off the hands of the one who attached her legs — the impudent obnoxious self-taught necromancer. Then get on the trail of a mysterious corporation that promises people immortality. And in conclusion, to figure out what goals Master Death is pursuing — the horseman of the Apocalypse and the rector of the Academy in combination.
And if in the process you suddenly have to stay for the second year, and save the world between pairs and tests, I will not refuse. A measured life, calmness and diligent study? That’s what is not, that is not …
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