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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...

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!

With a decisive onslaught, the clan of necromancers is reclaiming its properties. The occupied capital is re-christened once again with its original name, Richterberg. The city is under siege, surrounded by Focus monsters and an army of enemies. But wars are fought not only with brute strength; the intellect is at least as important. Max Richter makes cause with an unexpected ally—a legend as ancient as Max himself.

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.

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?...

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.

The System said: "everything the sun touches is yours!" Lord Leo's a simple guy, so he took the System's word for it. It's not for nothing that Major is running drills with the new recruits, Third is sharpening his trusty sapper shovel, and boar-riding Peter is digging the earth with a honed hoof.

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...

Der Nekromanten-Clan machte das, was er am besten konnte: Chimären erschaffen und die Ausgeburten der Befleckung töten. Aber das, was für die einen wie eine Bedrohung für die ganze Welt aussah, war für andere zu einem erfolgreichen Geschäftsmodell geworden. Deswegen sah sich Max Richter nicht nur mit Kreatiuren der Herde, sondern auch mit Monstern in menschlicher Gestalt konfrontiert.

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?

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.

"Power is given to those who are willing to accept responsibility." My village expands, my men master martial arts, and my magic grows ever stronger. But my enemies are also hard at work—an interrogator spreading false accusations, a monster hunting down the innocent, and a highborn countess who wants my head.

"Only those who are ready to defend their people are worthy of power." With this in mind, I continue to develop my settlement, transforming a remote village into a stronghold of civilization in the Borderlands. But in a world where aristocrats view commoners as nothing more than a resource, and...

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.

Ein Heiler-Clan? Gab es so etwas?! Wir wurden als Schwächlinge angesehen, die sich und ihren Besitz nicht verteidigen konnten. Schurken stürzten sich wie Geier auf den jungen Clan. Aber das war gut so! Je mehr Feinde, desto mehr Beute und Material für Experimente! Die Platte wurde von Magic Dome Books produziert. Aufgeführt von – Peter Kortz-Frankemölle. Toningenieur - Dmitrii Musinov. Korrekturlesen – Kseniia Böhm. Sound Director – Anton Maximov. Das Hörbuch verwendete die Musikkomposition von der Website audionautix.com.

Ich stieg in meine Gruft, um ein paar Jahrzehnte zu ruhen, aber als ich aufwachte, waren Jahrhunderte vergangen. Mein Schloss war zerstört, mein Clan verschwunden, und Nekromanten hielten alle für ein Ammenmärchen. Man hielt mich für einen Heiler. Aber nur deshalb, weil die Welt krank war. Die Zeit für ein wirksames Heilmittel war gekommen.

Two worlds—two wars. In the game, Anima is gaining power, backed by an army of fanatical paladins. To stop her, I'll have to recover seven legendary artifacts from their ancient guardians. In the real world, the MosTech Corporation has splintered into rival factions, each trying to leverage...

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 the rest of them!

„Ehre ist das wahre Maß eines Menschen.“ Nach diesem Grundsatz baute ich ein mächtiges Reich auf, vereinte zerstrittene Länder und vernichtete die größte Bedrohung unserer Welt. Ich starb, wie es sich für einen wahren Krieger gehört: im Kampf. Doch statt die wohlverdiente Ruhe zu erhalten, erwachte ich an der Grenze eines fremden Königreichs, im Körper eines adlig geborenen Ausgestoßenen—mit einem Strick um den Hals.