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Our magic crystals are growing. People arrive in the village faster than we can make room for them, but at least they find plenty to do here—from building the village to guarding the border against attacks by bandits and monsters. And not just any monsters, but monsters that haven't been seen in this neighborhood before. Is that a coincidence? Or are rumors of something going on outside the borders of the Empire not just rumors? Whatever's behind them, I'll deal with it!

The threat of the Medvedkovo portal is growing. War is going to break out on Ofilia before we've even begun to properly trade. Those in the Zhdanovsky group who haven't already turned afflicted from lack of life energy will soon begin to starve....

Weiterhin in der Gilde trainieren oder meine Sachen packen und mich vom Acker machen, bevor die Orks die Stadt belagern und sie einnehmen? Wenn ich nur die geringste Ahnung hätte, wie ich diese und andere Fragen beantworten soll! Es wäre auch schön, wenn die Grünhäute die einzige Bedrohung wären. Zumindest bin ich inzwischen gut genug, um allen Herausforderungen, mit denen mich das System konfrontiert, mit einem Lächeln zu begegnen. Es ist also höchste Zeit, ein bisschen Spaß zu haben! P. S.: Wann kann ich endlich herausfinden, wie ich ein Elf sein kann?

First encounters with other sentient races. New global trials and events. That's all well and good, but we have business on Earth. The time has come to bring people together and make a base in a Moscow overrun by afflicted.

Unsere magischen Kristalle wachsen. Die Menschen strömen schneller ins Dorf, als wir Platz für sie schaffen können, doch zumindest gibt es hier genug zu tun – vom Bau des Dorfes bis zur Bewachung der Grenze gegen Angriffe von Banditen und Monstern. Es sind nicht irgendwelche Monster, sondern Bestien, die in dieser Gegend noch nie gesichtet wurden.

To continue training at the guild in the capital, or pack it in and get out before the orcs take the city by siege? For answers to this and other questions, check out the latest issue of "F—k If I Know" magazine! And it sure would be nice if the greenskins were the only threat. In any case, I'm already good enough to face any challenges the system can throw at me with a smile. Time to have some fun! P.S. When do I get to learn how to be an elf?!

Rumors of a mysterious union of principalities are rife, the wild lands are restless, and Savino's rapid growth is drawing envious eyes all around the Novgorod Empire.

Allein in einer wundersamen Welt voller Verliese, Quests, Kampftraining, Gildenkriege, Turniere und dem Erlernen von Magie… Das ist alles einfach großartig! Die Horden von Orks, die sich den Grenzen des Reiches nähern, sind natürlich ein wenig beunruhigend. Genauso wie die mysteriöse Organisation, die das Reich aus dem Inneren lähmt. Aber was, wenn ich derjenige bin, der sie aufhalten kann? Oder aber… Was, wenn ich dazu bestimmt bin, mich ihnen anzuschließen?

Alone in a strange world of dungeons, quests, combat academies, guild wars, tournaments, and learning magic . . . It's all so wonderful! Of course, the hordes of orcs approaching the Empire's borders are a bit unsettling. As is the mysterious organization crippling it from within. But what if I'm the one who can stop them? Or . . . what if I'm meant to join them?

I have been reborn from an advanced techno-magic world into a world where magic is still in its infancy. In this new world I have the body of a young baron and my entire worldly possessions are one village—a village surrounded by monsters and hostile aristocrats on the fringes of a young, rapidly expanding empire. The other thing I have, though, is knowledge beyond what this world has dreamt of, and nothing will stop me from building my own magic empire!

Orcs and elves come streaming out of portals. People lose their grip and are transformed into afflicted. If this is a zombie apocalypse, it's a pretty weird one. The rules are simple: kill an orc or anything else—gain life energy, reducing your chances of becoming a walking corpse. But fail—and become a zombie, AKA an afflicted.