Word-of-mouth accounts of a mysterious newcomer who goes from west to east. His path is straight, and his purpose is clear. He does not destroy them, he destroys them. Nothing can stop him: neither powerful enemies, nor the mother elite of the infected world, nor even the unnamed . itself. On the shoulder is a large-caliber rifle, from which the best shooter of the Continent is able to kill for a kilometer with one hand; on the belt is a sword that easily carries the heads of the Noldam; behind the back is a backpack filled with untold treasures. And anyone who tries to prevent it turns into dust on the shoes of someone who knows no fear and no doubt. Well, he doesn't know much .. It is just a legend.. There can be no such thing as an adventure for one person. And who in their right mind for the sake of such a goal will go to the other end of the world? That's right — no one . Unless the last jerk...