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Fürst Bobschildt von Liechtenstein war vom Imperator selbst eingesetzt worden, um in dem kleinen Fürstentum für Recht und Ordnung zu sorgen. Aber der Herr des Imperiums hatte die Rechnung ohne die menschliche Gier und Geltungssucht gemacht.

What does the Code have in store for me next? Looks like I'm never going to get to relax. This world I've ended up in is on the brink of a great war. It'll be a tragedy for its inhabitants. But I wonder . . . What will happen if this world finds itself beneath the deadly gaze of the Dark Gods?...

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.

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.

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...

It seems there's something amiss in the Empire. I didn't choose my fate, but now I'm acquainted with the Empress, and so, like it or not, I've been pulled into big politics. As if I didn't have enough of my own problems already! On the other hand, as we Hunters say: "The stronger the foe, the...

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.

Yet again Varg's character lands him in difficult yet interesting situations, and his inability to yield or retreat has its consequences. This time he stands in the way of powerful entities trying to achieve their goals. These entities are weaker than the system, but still strong enough to make...

New enemies are ganging up on me. As if the old ones weren't enough! On the other hand—whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Alexander Galaxius is a name well known in the region of the Epicenter, mostly for the fact that I punish people who tick me off. Looks like I have a foreign...

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!

Mikhail came here from a world where not just force, but also a man's word, meant something. But here in his new home, it was different. Not only were there few here who possessed strong Gifts, or were truly powerful mages, there were still fewer who knew how to keep their word. How, then, was he to restore the status of the Bulatov Family? Of course, as the head of the Family, Mikhail would never give up, and he always managed to find a way to outsmart his adversaries. 

An heir without an inheritance. A weak Mage with huge potential and a wealth of experience. A young man living a second life. That's me, Theodore the Babylonian. I am getting to grips with life in Liechtenstein, little by little. But the time has come to get back what is rightfully mine. Most importantly, however, I must show everyone that what's mine is sacred. And anyone who has their eye on it . . . Let's just say, I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.

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.

I used to be the greatest Earth Mage in my world. The head of the entire Order of Architects. But the older you get, the more you come to realize that at some point, you need to retire, so that you can have the chance to enjoy a peaceful life and to cede your place to the young, some of whom have already turned two thousand years old . . .So that's what I did. But I failed to account for one thing: during the course of my long life, I'd accumulated too many enemies, and they had decided to spoil my retirement. So they died along with me. And I hope their deaths were final. But mine was not!

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.

Krieg? Krieg! Oder doch nicht? Seltsame Dinge geschahen rund um das keine Fürstentum Liechtenstein. Es gab Feinde, es gab eine Invasion, aber keine Kriegserklärung … Nun, das war große Politik, und in der galten eigene Gesetze. Für Theodor von Babylon konnte das nur eines bedeuten: Er musste das Aufladen seines Energiekerns beschleunigen, all seine Kräfte mobilisieren und allen Feinden zeigen, dass es ein Fehler war, den Staat anzugreifen, in dem er sich zu Hause fühlte. In seinem neuen Zuhause…

Varg hätte es nicht für möglich gehalten, sich noch mehr zu verändern. Der Einfluss, den seine Umgebung bisher auf ihn gehabt hat, grenzt bereits an ein Wunder. Doch in einer Welt, in der das System regiert, sind Wunder keine Seltenheit. Selbst ein Soziopath kann sich nach und nach ändern. Zugegeben, um das zu erreichen, muss er mehrmals den Tod auf sich nehmen … oder etwa doch nicht? Es ist schwierig, etwas zu erklären, das man selbst nicht versteht.

A new series set in the world of the Hunter's Code andtheOrder of Architects! Have you ever watched someone's pride go up in flames? I have. It happened on the day your children screamed for help, and the only one to come to their aid was the one you had humiliated and cast out. I saved humanity...