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Das System hat gesagt: „Alles, was die Sonne berührt, gehört dir!“ Herr-scher Leo ist ein einfach gestrickter Kerl, er hat es gehört und geglaubt. Nicht umsonst drillt der Major die neuen Rekruten, Dritter schärft die treuen Pionierschaufeln, und Peter, das Reitschwein, gräbt den Boden mit einem stählernen Huf um. Je mehr Feinde, desto größer die Beute!!

As I cleanse the world of abomination, my enemies get weaker. They suffer defeat after defeat, but cannot unite against me because they've forgotten how to trust. Now, there is no redemption for them on land, sea, or air. My grip is tightening more and more, and final victory is just a matter of...

Magical battles alone will not rid the world of Abomination. The necromancer prince Maximilian Richter sets out in search of knowledge that will help create new magical technologies. The Great Clans have been keeping a secret for centuries, and now it's time to reveal the truth. The planet will be healed from blight. The other Princes want to interfere with this healing, but Max now has a new weapon. Could it be . . . а dragon?!

I wear three faces. An ancient mage, a young noble, and a lucky diver. The first was murdered. The second had lost his inheritance and was cast into exile. The third? A counterfeit, a mask to shield the others. For I am a water-mage—ever-shifting, ever-fluid. I don't smash through obstacles...

Mit einem unerwarteten Vorstoß holt sich der Nekromanten-Clan seine Besitztümer zurück. Die eroberte Hauptstadt trägt nun den stolzen Namen Richterberg. Aber nun sieht die Stadt mehr wie eine belagerte Festung aus. Sie ist von allen Seiten von den Monstern der Befleckung umzingelt, und hinter deren Rücken haben sich die feindlichen Armeen in Position gebracht. Doch Kriege werden nicht nur mit Kraft, sondern auch mit Intelligenz geführt. Max Richter findet einen unerwarteten Verbündeten–eine ebenso uralte Legende wie er selbst.

Eine unheilvolle Stille legte sich über die Hauptstadt. Auf den Straßen erwachten die uralten Legenden zum Leben. Der Nekromanten-Clan wollte sich nicht länger im Verborgenen halten. Es war an der Zeit, die eigene Macht zu offenbaren. Die Verräter würden nun ihre gerechte Strafe erhalten und der Rest musste eine schwierige Wahl treffen.

I seek out monsters and slay them to grow stronger. To my shock, I recognize some as my own creations from the distant past. Even more perilous than monsters are the dark secrets that devour all who draw too close. Yet no matter what disguise evil may wear—once it falls away, truth kills...

After finding an abandoned, ancient fortress inside a focus, the Richters turn it into their headquarters and a training camp for their new army.

The past never dies, it only lies in wait. The necromancers are awakening an ancient power. The lines between different epochs are blurring. While his enemies weave their deceitful web, Maximilian Richter invokes an ally who remembers a pre-abomination world. Lives are the pieces in this chess game. Those who do not fear death—it's their move.

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.

The Richter clan was getting stronger and becoming a real nuisance to a lot of people. All the spheres of influence have long been divided among aristocrats, gangsters, and corrupt officials. And now, they all wanted to destroy the upstart healers. But the real evil dwelled in the past. Max was looking for those who had tried to kill him once before.

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.

The victors are dividing the spoils of a fallen titan. Max Richter and his compatriots are establishing their rule and redefining the world map. Ancient magic is returning to lands liberated from abomination. But the true enemy is still hiding in the shadows.

The calm before the storm has settled over the capital. Old legends are coming to life in the city's streets. The clan of necromancers is no longer trying to hide. The time has come to show our power. Betrayal will be punished, and the rest will have a difficult choice to make.

"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...

I had lain down in my crypt to rest for a few decades, but when I awoke, centuries had passed. My castle is in ruins, my clan is gone, and necromancers are considered just a fairy tale for children. They take me for a healer. That's because the world is sick. And it's time for strong medicine.

Ich trage drei Gesichter: Ich bin ein alter Magier, ein junger Adliger und ein glücklicher Taucher. Der erste wurde ermordet. Der zweite verlor sein Erbe und wurde ins Exil geschickt. Der dritte? Eine Fälschung, eine Maske, um die anderen zu schützen. Denn ich bin ein Wassermagier–immer im Wandel, immer im Fluss. Ich durchbreche keine Hindernisse, aber ich finde immer die Schwachstellen in der Rüstung meines Gegners.

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...

Ich suche Monster und töte sie, um stärker zu werden. Zu meinem Entsetzen erkenne ich einige als meine eigenen Schöpfungen aus längst vergangenen Zeiten. Noch gefährlicher als Monster sind die dunklen Geheimnisse, die alle verschlingen, die ihnen zu nahe kommen. Doch egal, welche Gestalt das Böse annimmt–wenn die Wahrheit erstmal entlarvt ist, tötet sie.

Mehr Kartoffeln für den Kartoffelkönig! Mehr Arbeiter für die Kartoffelplantagen! Ich habe mir die Magierin untertan gemacht, der Versuchung widerstanden und sogar gelernt, meinen eigenen System-Most zu brauen! Aber bald wird der Vorhang zwischen den Systemzonen fallen. Was erwartet uns dahinter? Menschen? Menschen, die auf Wildschweinen reiten?!