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It seems that my former power is gradually returning to me in my new body. I still have all my past experience, however, and everything is proceeding just as it should. How quickly can I earn money and build my reputation? No, I'm not going to resort to killing and looting. I'm an Architect, after all! I'm going to craft and build things! That's how Architects work! The time has come to rebuild my empire. So . . . I might end up having to do some killing and looting, after all. I'm not short of enemies . . .

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.

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...

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.

Family manor-check! First Family Sword-present! Pets-a whole menagerie! Enemies-more and more! Friends-some, thank the Code! Money-oops . . . I need more gold! And a Family Guard! And a housekeeper! And a gardener, and . . . Hey, wasn't this world supposed to be my vacation?

I need my manor, I need my family ring, I need my Family, and I need your motorbike . . . My body grows stronger, my spirit levels up, and my old skills haven't gone anywhere. Finally, people I can trust are gathering around me. Mighty enemies? Sure, they exist too. But not for much longer.

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.

I am Monster Slayer Fifth Class, Baron Alexander Galaxius. I'm still a baron with no barony, lands or family ring. Just like my past life, this one hasn't given me anything on a silver platter. I'll have to use my own strength to create the world I need. Once more . . .

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. 

I was the most powerful healer in my world—the best, having devoted my entire life to mastering the art of healing. And yet, for whatever reason, my brother feared that I sought to claim his throne, and he marshaled his forces against me. Anyway, it doesn't matter, all the same I'd been...

Wer hätte geahnt, wie unerwartet sich die Ereignisse im Leben unseres Helden überschlagen würden–wer gestern noch ein Feind war, ist heute ein Verbündeter. Diese Veränderung fällt Varg nicht leicht, aber er hat sich für den Weg des Wachstums entschieden–nicht nur in Bezug auf seine körperliche, sondern auch auf seine mentale Stärke. Nun bemüht er sich, Entscheidungen nicht zu überstürzen und stets im Interesse seines Clans zu handeln.

Wohin ist der Kaiser verschwunden? Wer zieht die Fäden der finsteren Verschwörung im Kaiserreich? Nutzen Feinde aus dem Ausland das Chaos für ihre eigenen Zwecke? Und vor allem: Ist Alexanderrr bereit, alles zu riskieren, um sich durch dieses gefährliche Netz aus Intrigen und Verrat zu kämpfen? Die Antworten auf diese und viele weitere Fragen erwarten euch in diesem Buch–vielleicht. Oder vielleicht auch nicht…

Sie waren nur eine Gruppe gewöhnlicher Dämonologen, die versuchten, einen gewöhnlichen Dämon zu beschwören…doch im Moment der Beschwörung ging etwas schief. Aber hey, ob Dämon oder Dämonologe, welchen Unterschied macht das schon? Mir war klar, dass ich so oder so meinen Spaß haben würde.