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The clan of necromancers is busy doing what it does best: creating chimeras and killing the spawns of abomination. But others have made a profitable business out of these threats to the world. In addition to mutants, Max Richter must also confront human monsters. Good thing fighting monsters is his favorite pastime.

A technomage's army makes no errors and knows no fear. A war's outcome is a foregone conclusion when it is determined by cold rationality. But I have found those who are not factored into the rational decision-making process; those who will find the vulnerabilities even in perfect armor...

As I cleanse the world of abomination, my enemies get weaker. They suffer defeat after defeat, but cannot unite against me because they've forgotten how to trust. Now, there is no redemption for them on land, sea, or air. My grip is tightening more and more, and final victory is just a matter of...

A revolution is afoot in Sparta! And not just any revolution: an industrial revolution. Water wheels and mechanical hammers have come to replace primitive labor. That means more ploughs in the fields and more arms for the soldiers. After all, the enemy grows by the day, too...

Babylon has spent a long time spitting down at everyone else from its impregnable walls. It's boasted of the power of its army, the wealth of its treasuries, and the splendor of its beauties. Will it be able to withstand the Barbarian Lord? The beauties have already surrendered—now it's up to...

More potatoes for the Potato Lord! More workers for the potato plantations! I have mastered the Mage, resisted Temptation, and even learned to brew my own System Cider. But soon the curtain between System zones will fall. What waits behind it? People? People on boars?!

At fourteen I was crowned champion of the VR Gladiator Games. By eighteen I was unloading junk at a warehouse without a penny to my name. Girls used to chase me. Now they wrinkle their noses in disgust. Life has given me a chance to make a comeback. But in this game, it's either triumph or perish!

This game changes every day. It learns, improves, gets smarter. In here, I'm up against not only other players, but the entire game world. What to choose? To go it alone or at the head of an army? To level up or unravel the web of intrigue? I may be an ordinary student, but in this game, I'm one of the best fighters alive. I've triumphed over champions and monsters in the past. But I'm about to face the Gods.

Mages live longer than regular people. Some of them live a thousand years before they even start to grow up. Otherwise, they'd know fighting necromancers was futile. We do not fear death; for us, it's all in a day's work. My enemies want to crush my little clan by overwhelming us with numbers, but even our schoolchildren are as good as a whole army of professional warriors. There's a great war coming. And, strange as it may seem, the necromancers will be the ones fighting for the side of life!

I died a great mage, protecting my people. A millennium later, I wake to find true magic dead, completely replaced by gadgetry. It appears that my descendants require a lesson in true sorcery. But first I need to find out something—who wants me dead badly enough to try killing me twice?...

From each according to ability, to each according to U-credit! The slogan of Sparta! "United points", the currency created by the guileful System. Lord Leo is building an inimitable just government, the only one around. Other Lords look upon him with anger and greed. They aren't just looking, either: blades and spears sharpen behind his back, desperate to bring a stop to the glorious rampage of the Spartans across the new world.

It's not enough to conquer—you've got to keep hold of what you conquered before. The glory of Lord Leo's riches travels faster afield than his fearsome troops. Wherever there's riches, there's coveters. And not all of them are human.

In the game, I've become the right hand of the Goddess of Death, and in real life, a board member of a major Corporation. Sounds cool, right? Except now there's a bounty on my head, while in the game, the AI is devouring players' minds. If I don't solve this mystery soon, I'll be next. To win...

I seek out monsters and slay them to grow stronger. To my shock, I recognize some as my own creations from the distant past. Even more perilous than monsters are the dark secrets that devour all who draw too close. Yet no matter what disguise evil may wear—once it falls away, truth kills...

The Steigers have been defeated, and their remaining survivors have pledged their allegiance to the victor, Maximilian Richter. But for Max, this is hardly the end. In a convent in faraway Sindh, a red-haired princess is being held prisoner. Who is she? What secrets does she hold? Max assembles...

"All tricks and games amount to nothing in the face of absolute power." This is the principle I live by, cutting ties where others would start scandals. My village has become a bastion of strength, attracting allies and enemies alike. The daughter of my enemy seeks my protection. Spies of...

Mehr Kartoffeln für den Kartoffelkönig! Mehr Arbeiter für die Kartoffelplantagen! Ich habe mir die Magierin untertan gemacht, der Versuchung widerstanden und sogar gelernt, meinen eigenen System-Most zu brauen! Aber bald wird der Vorhang zwischen den Systemzonen fallen. Was erwartet uns dahinter? Menschen? Menschen, die auf Wildschweinen reiten?!

Vor tausend Jahren tauchte die Befleckung in der Welt auf. Sie vergiftete die Erde und verwandelte Menschen und Tiere in fürchterliche Mutanten. Nur Nekromanten konnten ihr Einhalt gebieten. Der Richter-Clan stellte sich dieser Bedrohung. Doch wem war er dabei in die Quere gekommen und wer hatte Interesse daran, dass die Welt untergehen würde?

Der Richter-Clan wurde immer mächtiger. Er trat vielen auf die Füße, waren doch die Pfründe der Hauptstadt längst verteilt. Aristokraten, Gangster und bestechliche Beamte – alle wollten die Heiler vernichten. Max begab sich auf die Suche nach denjenigen, die ihm bereits einmal nach dem Leben getrachtet hatten.

Gods entered the game world and immediately began fighting among themselves. Which one will you choose as your patroness? The Goddess of War, the Patroness of Terror, or Death herself? What a stupid question. Of course, you'll choose the one who is the most beautiful! There are plenty of tempting offers out in meatspace too. Only why does each of them reek of a trap from a mile away?