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They were just a bunch of ordinary demonologists trying to summon an ordinary demon...but at the moment of summoning, something went wrong. Still, demon or demonologist—what was the difference to them, anyway? Either way, they were going to have fun.

With every new phase of development, the System provides more and more answers. What its purpose was here, why it had come, and what would happen after it left . . . Of course, along with those answers came new questions. Such as, why did it have to go? And, since it had already come anyway...

The System took over the whole world in an instant, and people lost any ability to communicate with each other. But the deadies weren't the only ones who could get better. Over time all the peoples of the earth found ways to contact each other, with the System allowing them to trade, communicate, and come to each other's aid.

A terrible threat hangs over the Village, yet it is also a chance. For the world is much bigger than the humans imagined and they occupy but a tiny part of it. And while they ran around with sticks and dressed in animal hides, monumental events took place around them. Nicholas has now landed...

It once seemed like the world had been shaken by the coming of the System, leaving no chance for humanity to survive. But the System didn't always mean death! Yes, it had killed the majority of the population on the planet, making horrifying monsters out of the dead, who, in addition to everything else, had a tendency to evolve right in front of your very eyes. But that had also given people the opportunity to develop!

The System is here! Most of the population of the planet were suddenly turned into zombies, while the rest acquired new abilities. Abilities that let them run from the zombies, save themselves, hide, and try to survive. But it only takes one bite that almost always means death. Our hero was standing in line when the apocalypse came. He was lucky at first to be caught in a crowd when the zombies tried to bite him on the leg. Really lucky, because those trials unlocked new abilities for him.

Das System hat von einem Augenblick auf den anderen die Weltherrschaft an sich gerissen und den Menschen alle Kommunikationsmöglichkeiten genommen. Aber nicht nur die Untoten lernen, das Beste aus ihrer Situation zu machen. Auch die Menschen entdecken Möglichkeiten, wieder miteinander in Kontakt zu kommen, und dank des Systems treiben sie bald wieder Handel, verständigen sich und helfen einander.

Einem nichtsahnenden Betrachter könnte sich ohne weiteres der Eindruck aufdrängen, dass ein gewisser junger Graf mit viel zu vielen Feinden zu kämpfen hat. Vor allem, wenn man bedenkt, dass seine Gabe mit Kampffähigkeiten nicht das Geringste zu tun hat. Das Gebiet im Norden, in dem seine Grafschaft liegt, scheint fremdweltlerische Invasoren magnetisch anzuziehen. Aber unter seinen Feinden sind auch Konkurrenten und natürlich benachbarte Aristokraten, die sich die Ländereien und Güter dieses unverschämten jungen Emporkömmlings, dieses Grafen Bulatow, unter den Nagel reißen wollen.

Die Machtübernahme des Systems hat die Welt erschüttert und der Menschheit so gut wie keine Überlebenschance gelassen. Doch das System bringt nicht nur Tod und Zerstörung. Ja, es hat den Großteil der Weltbevölkerung erst ermordet und dann aus den Toten grausame Monster gemacht. Und diese Monster entwickeln sich zu allem Überfluss auch noch in Rekordzeit weiter. Aber davon abgesehen ist es im System auch den Menschen möglich, sich zu entwickeln!

Events are intensifying around Mikhail Bulatov. The emperor is starting to wonder how he could be just an ordinary Healer, and he's even considering entrusting him with a matter of special importance. Yes, the emperor suspects a lot, but not that Bulatov has geese working for him, and that...

Why, oh why, are so many loath to have dealings with Healers? In other worlds, at least, everyone knows how powerful Healers of his rank are. But why is it no one realizes how great Healers are at negotiating and concluding contracts? And, moreover, they're fabulous managers. Although that might...

The end of the world is always a nightmare. But when it comes with the System, then it's not a nightmare for everyone. Not everybody is ready to fall into despair and come to terms with their fate as zombie food. Some people are ready to keep fighting however they can. Take Kasp as an example of one of those people. The end of the world was no nightmare for him. In fact, when the zombies and the System showed up, it brought new meaning to his life along with exciting new adventures! 

Oh nein, Michail ist nicht gierig–ganz und gar nicht! Er ist einfach nur sparsam. Und praktisch veranlagt. Und es ist ihm schlichtweg unverständlich, wie jemand Trophäen auf einem Schlachtfeld liegen lassen kann. Das bedeutet auf keinen Fall, dass er etwas stiehlt! Und natürlich ist Michail auch kein Sklaventreiber! Obwohl diejenigen, die er mit miesen Tricks dazu bringt, Dienstverträge mit ihm zu unterschreiben, ohne weiteres anderer Meinung sein könnten, was das betrifft.

Ich hätte alles werden können: Koch, Chauffeur, Pianist, Künstler, Aristokrat. Aber wo wäre da der Spaß geblieben? In meinem früheren Leben war ich einer der berühmtesten Dämonologen. Gehörnte Fürsten und Meister der Hölle waren vor meinem Namen zurückgewichen und hatten vor Furcht gezittert. Mein Name war immer noch gefürchtet und jagte den Dämonen Angst und Schrecken ein. Aber das war erst der Anfang, denn in meiner neuen Welt hatte ich beschlossen, Soldat zu werden. Warum, mag man fragen? Ganz einfach. Die Armee bot ein wildes Abenteuer, das man selbst erlebt haben musste, um es zu glauben.

The army is no place for being idle. A bad soldier is one who can't get this into his head; one who'll do anything to get out of work, who's forever looking for a quiet corner where he can sit and do nothing. But Konstantin was not that soldier. Konstantin was always looking for ways to make...

Gangsters, aristocrats, offworlders . . . What difference does it make? To Mikhail Bulatov, none whatsoever. Any of them could be friend or foe, and he could care less what world they're from or what their place is in the social order. As for his enemies, any conversation will be equally brief, even if different in content. And yes, those out to get him are ramping up their efforts, and increasing in number. Not that there's any question of his ability to handle it all. That being said, he must not lose sight of who he is. First and foremost, he is a Healer.

This world never fails to surprise me! I take care of one problem only to be confronted by yet another—my unceasing enemies want what is mine. Is it that hard for them to comprehend that I, the Archmagister of Healing, can't be had so easily? Why, oh why are healers in this world seen as the weakest of the Gifted? It makes no sense to me. In my former world, everybody knew that Healers were to be respected and feared. Ah, well. It won't be long before they wish they'd never crossed my path. 

Mikhail's power had only grown with every new day, and his Family was also flourishing. However, so were their enemies. New ones had emerged, and old ones who'd long ago written them off were now stirring. But really, was this a problem? He was a healer, and there was always a remedy, and mandatory "treatment" could not be stopped! Indeed, his enemies would pay handsomely for it. At least, whatever remained of them.

What could be simpler? On my very first day in this world, I was given the title of a count along with all the trimmings: a castle, name, lands and power. You'd think I had it made, but no . . . They seized my castle, took my lands, and now, I'm surrounded by enemies. Moreover, it's nothing but one headache after another with the authorities. And even though I wrested my castle back, the neighbors aren't going anywhere, and they live and breathe to tear off chunks of my land, and eliminate me, the new head of the family.

A good Healer, they say, must use his Gift professionally. Really? No one in my past world would spout such nonsense! Everyone there knew full well what a Healer from the Order was capable of . . . And they also know that a Healer doesn't have to kowtow to anybody. But now, I'm no longer in that world. And in this world, I am not only a great Healer, I am also a great count, one that can do far more than heal, as my enemies know full well. But little do they know that I've only just begun!