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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.

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?!

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.

Der Planet Erde versinkt in nuklearen Flammen. Das System war so freundlich und weise, alle seine kleinen Menschen in eine neue Welt zu transferieren. Jedem wurde ein neuer Name, ein Startbonus und ein kräftiger Tritt in den Hintern mitgegeben. Manche erhielten ein Schwert, manche eine Krone, und ich bekam…. Eine Kartoffel?! Wie soll ich bitte mit diesem Ding die Welt erobern? System, bist du sicher, dass du wirklich so freundlich und weise bist? Die Platte wurde von Magic Dome Books produziert. Aufgeführt von – Alexander Müller. Toningenieur - Dmitrii Musinov. Korrekturlesen – Kseniia Böhm.

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?

A clan of healers?! Was that even a thing? People thought we were weak and incapable of defending ourselves and our property. Those who wished to do harm swooped down on the clan like vultures. And that was a good thing! More enemies meant more harvest, and more material for my experiments.

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.

A thousand years ago, the abomination came into the world. It poisoned the earth and turned animals and people into horrible mutants. Necromancers were the only ones who could combat it. The Richter clan fought this threat. Whose plans did they ruin by doing so? Who wanted the world to die? Max will find the answers to these questions, even if he has to extract them by force.

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.

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!

Planet Earth burns in nuclear flame. But The System was kind and wise enough to transfer all its little humans into a new world. Everyone has been granted a new name, a starting bonus, and a rousing kick up the backside. Some got a sword, some a crown, and me . . . A potato?! How am I supposed to take over the world with this thing? System, are you sure you're so kind and wise after all?