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Die Außenweltler sind besiegt, die Lithoiden vernichtet. Endlich scheint sich der lang ersehnte Frieden über Hearth zu legen–doch die Diener des Chaos verfolgen ihre eigenen Pläne. Sie wollen den Unruhestifter ausschalten und ihn wie eine Marionette kontrollieren. Einmal ein todgeweihter Soldat, immer ein todgeweihter Soldat. Doch Erzherzog Maximilian Walewski wird das nicht hinnehmen. Wenn sich ein Kampf anbahnt, ist er bereit, der ganzen Welt den Krieg zu erklären–selbst den Göttern! Denn nur so lässt sich wahre Größe erlangen.

Barliona. Monde virtuel truffé de monstres, de batailles et — forcément — de joueurs. Ils débarquent par millions à Barliona, en quête de ce qui n'existe pas IRL : elfes, magie, dragons, princesses, combats mémorables. Ce sont des criminels qui purgent leur peine in-game. Leur seul but : survivre à ce calvaire virtuel.

His initiation complete, Leg knew he had to prove himself worthy of the gift his totem had given him. The boy was facing a long and difficult journey to dangerous lands. Meanwhile, those with eyes set on ruling the Northern Empire were also making their move. But what was most important to Leg? His personal advancement or the integrity of the empire? Of course, it was possible the two priorities were inseparable, especially since a true wizard had been introduced to the world.

Death had only ever been a small misunderstanding for the high mage. After his seventh reincarnation, he'd begun thinking of it differently, viewing it as nothing more than a slight hiccup in his plans. But he'd forgotten one thing: When those plans get in the way of those higher up the ladder, punishment is soon to follow. And one more death brought faint consolation.

The law of the jungle is straightforward—all means are justified in one's pursuit of ascension. After all, it's the result that matters—not how you achieve it. And yet the end doesn't always justify the means—especially when the ascension of one requires the suffering of hundreds. The Heavens do not take kindly to such acts. And so it came to pass that the Seekers have been forced to take matters into their own hands, bringing light to places where it had never shone before. However, the Bohao Cult has turned out to be far stronger than initially thought.

L’univers virtuel de Barliona. Havre de paix. Espace de divertissement. Enfin, pas pour tous… Ce lieu est une arène de combat pour Daniel Mahan qui lutte pour survivre jusqu’à purger la fin de sa peine : 8 ans dans une prison virtuelle. Mahan aura tout enduré : un travail de forçat dans les mines, la trahison de ses codétenus… jusqu'à ce qu'un nouveau jugement le lâche dans le monde normal de Barliona. Que rêver de mieux??

Is there anything better than a quiet life? Well, there's a quiet life surrounded by people you care about, people who love you in return, of course. But Tailyn Vlashich knew nothing of the kind. His parents had died years before, the townspeople stayed well away from the god's favorite, and his guardian just wanted to be rid of him. That was the setting when Tailyn was again placed on the road to uncertainty, beset by terrifying lixes, and hounded by a harsh trainer it was impossible to please.

Was würde geschehen, wenn unsere Welt in ein Computerspiel verwandelt würde? Klingt gut? Aber was, wenn die Menschen in diesem Spiel nicht wie üblich die Spieler sind, sondern nur als NSC die Welt bevölkern? Erfahrungspunkte, Talententwicklung, Beute und Level sind für andere da. Unsere einzige Aufgabe ist es, nach der Pfeife derjenigen zu tanzen, die die Erde in einen Server verwandelt haben, der zu ihrer Unterhaltung dient.

I was the greatest mage of chaos of my time, spending sixty years defending the world from rift creatures. If there was a mission—I completed it. If there was an enemy—I destroyed them. I was loyal to the Empire to my bone, until it decided to wipe out the Chaos clan and every last one of its members.

The game has devoured Earth. Players have gotten down to business as usual—farming, taking out monsters, leveling up their items, and wiping out dungeons. All the NPCs can do is accept their unenviable fate and try to survive in this complicated new world. But will they all be content to sit on their hands and accept it? Michael, a Universal Combat Mage, is one of a number of people who refuse to let fate lead them passively along. He wants to decide his own fate.

Hallo–da bin ich wieder! Ich heiße immer noch Max, und ich bin immer noch einer der Auserwählten! Ich hoffe, ich konnte Ihnen inzwischen jede Illusion nehmen, was die Auserwählten betrifft. Bestimmt haben Sie anfangs geglaubt, es wäre eine Art Elite-Truppe einer intelligenten Zivilisation, dazu bestimmt, gegen das universelle Böse zu kämpfen.

The Bohao cultists have just got their noses bloodied—it was hardly fatal, but humiliating all the same. Their leadership has now turned their attention to the Seekers, baffled at how such insignificant pests could have managed to sting them so painfully. Moreover, they couldn't punish the Seekers for their impertinence—those pesky gadflies had already slipped into the demon realm. The Seekers are intent on fighting this infection, and so they mean to track it to its source.

Hearth–eine einzigartige autonome Stadt, die außerhalb der Grenzen aller Reiche existiert. Sie gehört weder dem Licht noch der Dunkelheit an. Ein Stadtstaat, der zur freien Wirtschaftszone erklärt wurde und das einzige Por-tal in den Ländern des Lichts beherbergt, über das eine Verbindung zu den dunklen Ländern möglich ist.

Wieder eine Schule der Erleuchtung. Doch jetzt sind die Suchenden aus der energieknappen Zone Null in Zone Eins aufgestiegen, deshalb ist diese Schule eine ganz andere Hausnummer. Sie ist gewaltig. Sie ist erhaben. Sie erfüllt die Herzen aller, die dort lernen, mit Ehrfurcht und lässt jeden Gedanken an einen Regelverstoß im Keim ersticken. Suchende sind hier nicht willkommen, denn sie halten sich an keinerlei Regeln. Aber sind Regeln nicht dazu da, dass man sie bricht?

Produit high-tech dernière génération, Barliona est un monde de pur divertissement. Depuis peu, le gouvernement, garant de la monnaie in-game, permet sa libre circulation. La conséquence est immédiate : Barliona est envahi par une population avide d’argent facile. Les développeurs du jeu, eux, trouvent rapidement de la main-d’œuvre gratuite : les criminels IRL. Le corps enfermé dans une capsule de réalité virtuelle, leur esprit est implanté dans les mines virtuelles de Barliona. Dmitry Mahan a surmonté bien des épreuves.

What would happen if our world turned into a computer game? It might sound tempting at first, but there's one small detail you should know: in this game, people are nothing but non-playable characters, useful only for the service they provide to the real players. Experience, development, loot, levels—none of that is for us. Our role is merely to dance to the tune of our masters, who have come to our world to turn it into a character farm and a space for their own entertainment.

To wage war against the Bohao cultists, who have essentially taken control of both worlds, you need to think strategically. Eliminating the leadership seems logical, but with no access to the central region where the cult's leaders hide, that's a dead end. Hunting down individual cultists would take centuries, and they'd just recruit more in the meantime. So what do we do? The best approach would be to cut off all supply lines of the ancient substance they rely on and destroy every concentration camp where they keep the unfortunates they intend to sacrifice on their altar.

There are whole anthologies of stories out there about what humankind does when a game enters their world. But what about when they're living in one where a game arrived thousands of years before? What if they're the survivors of a bloody struggle, having fought for and earned their place on the planet? Tailyn Vlashich was a young nobody far away from all those grander issues. All he cared about was one thing: making his way through a harsh world where the emperor, evil foes, and an impartial god held sway.

Earth was never the same after World of the Changed. Humanity was reduced to two camps: monsters thirsting to kill, and players doing everything they could to survive. The squabbles people had spent their time on before? Gone. If you wanted to live to see another sunrise, you had to work with everyone you could, from other players to game functions.

What could be better than space adventures? Captain Surgeon knows the answer to this question - space piracy! Loot, pillage, plunder, and sell all the lucre - that's the motto of the Galactogon pirates, and Surgeon is doing his best to join their number. But what is to be done when the enigmatic Uldans do not want to leave our swashbuckler in peace and keep laying new mysteries in his path, distracting him from his main goal?