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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.

Hi, my name's Max and I'm one of the Selected. What's the first thing that pops into your head when you read those words? A great hero, chosen from among all the billions of people on Earth? A lucky man who has ended up on an unknown world and gained superpowers? An explorer of new worlds who has discovered his destiny? Well, that's all true, but there is one but . . . Actually, if I'm honest, there are a whole load of buts. And there are rules. And the first rule of the Selected is: "Try not to die. It is expensive and impractical."

Is there going to be a war? War is surely upon us! Or maybe it isn't? There are strange events unfolding around the small principality of Liechtenstein. It seems to have its fair share of enemies, and there has been an invasion, but war hasn't been declared....

„Achte den Ehrenkodex und du wirst in deinem nächsten Leben ruhen!“, sagten sie. „Das wird ein Spaß!“, beteuerten sie. Doch wieso haben sie mir nicht verraten, dass ich heiraten und die Verantwortung für eine ganze Adelsfamilie tragen muss–samt einem Haufen Verpflichtungen und anderem Mist, um den ich mich jetzt kümmern muss? Kann ich bitte wieder als Jäger neugeboren werden?

Die Bevölkerung des Fürstentums Liechtenstein hat stets nach Unabhängigkeit gestrebt, aber das widersprach den Plänen des Imperiums! Zumal auch die Nachbarstaaten das Fürstentum nach wie vor als ihr Eigentum betrachteten. In dieser Situation halfen die Machtkämpfe innerhalb des ansässigen Adels nicht wirklich weiter. Sollte ich tatsächlich in ein solches Wepennest gestochen haben? Und wenn schon, sie waren selbst schuld!

Das Schwierigste lag scheinbar hinter mir. Ich war den Kinderschuhen entwachsen, hatte Geld, meine eigenen Leute und genoss vor allem ein gewisses Ansehen. Klar, je höher ich aufstieg, desto größere Herausforderungen hieltdas Universum für mich bereit, und umso mächtigere Widersacher traten mir in den Weg. Aber gerade dadurch wurde mein Leben nur noch interessanter–und ich hatte einen Plan, von dem ich keinen Millimeter abzuweichen gedachte …

Hallo! Mein Name ist Max, und ich bin einer der Auserwählten. Was ist der erste Gedanke, der Ihnen in den Sinn kommt, wenn Sie diese Worte lesen? Ein großer Held, auserkoren unter all den Milliarden Menschen auf der Erde? Jemand, der das Glück hat, in einer unbekannten Welt zu landen und dort Superkräfte zu gewinnen? Ein Entdecker neuer Welten, der sein Schicksal gefunden hat? Nun ja, all das stimmt tatsächlich, nur gibt es ein kleines Aber … Oder, um genau zu sein, eine ganze Reihe von Abers. Und dann sind da dir Regeln. Und die erste Regel der Auserwählten lautet:

Es scheint, als würde es in der Region Irkutsk für unseren Helden allmählich zu eng. Er hat hier zwar sein Zuhause gefunden, wenn auch fürs erste ohne den warmen Schoß einer Frau, und auch das Epizentrum befindet sich in der Nähe – ein perfekter Trainingsplatz. Doch das Problem ist, der junge Baron zieht zunehmend die Aufmerksamkeit der Machthabenden auf sich, die Galaxius und seine Fähigkeiten für ihre eigenen – nicht immer menschlichen – Zwecke nutzen wollen.

The people of the principality of Liechtenstein have long wished for independence, but the Empire has always had its own plans for the country. The neighboring states, meanwhile, have kept a constant eye on the principality, as if it were their own property. What's more, the internal conflicts between the country's aristocrats have shown no sign of abating. Was it really a good idea to stir up this hornets' nest? Well . . . they only have themselves to blame!

Where has the Emperor gone? Who is behind the conspiracy in the Empire? Are outside enemies taking advantage of the situation? And most importantly! Can Alexshhhander pull out all the shhtops and make it through?! You'll find the answers to these questions and many more in this book!

An heir without an inheritance. A weak Mage with huge potential and a wealth of experience. A young man living a second life. That's me, Theodore the Babylonian. I am getting to grips with life in Liechtenstein, little by little. But the time has come to get back what is rightfully mine. Most importantly, however, I must show everyone that what's mine is sacred. And anyone who has their eye on it . . . Let's just say, I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.

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 used to be the greatest Earth Mage in my world. The head of the entire Order of Architects. But the older you get, the more you come to realize that at some point, you need to retire, so that you can have the chance to enjoy a peaceful life and to cede your place to the young, some of whom have already turned two thousand years old . . .So that's what I did. But I failed to account for one thing: during the course of my long life, I'd accumulated too many enemies, and they had decided to spoil my retirement. So they died along with me. And I hope their deaths were final. But mine was not!

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.

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 . . .

I was a Hunter, and I honored the Code. For my services to humanity and for leading a "proper" life, I was to be rewarded. A new life after death, and a new world to give me some well-deserved rest. But something went wrong. Once again, I must fight. The Monsters that face me here are far more terrifying than those of my past life. They are cleverer, crueler, more unpredictable. And their name is.

Auf dem gesamten Planeten erwachen die Epizentren zum Leben und die Erdspalten verhalten sich unberechenbar. Es scheint an der Zeit, dass sich die Menschheit angesichts dieser gemeinsamen Bedrohung zusammenschließt. Doch es gibt zu viele Menschen, die ihre eigenen Interessen über das Allgemeinwohl stellen. Für die adeligen Familien mag dies kein Problem sein, doch für einen Jäger, für den seit jeher das Wohl der Menschheit an erster Stelle stand, ist diese Geisteshaltung nicht vertretbar.

I hope that by now you've lost any illusions you had about the Selected being some kind of elite force of intelligent civilization, chosen to fight against Universal Evil. So far, the only evil I've seen is the buggy System and the lack of basic sanitary facilities while we're adventuring. Also, it would be a real stretch to describe my companions as "elite". As for all the problems that come with being Selected—well, we can handle them!

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 . . .

It seems Irkutsk Oblast is getting a little too crowded for our hero. Yes, he has found his home here, for now deprived of caring feminine hands. Yes, nearby is the Epicenter, a perfect training ground. But the trouble is, the young baron has begun to draw attention from the powers that be, who plan to use Galaxius and his capabilities for their own—not always humane—ends . . .As our refined aristocrat of a hero would say: "Screw it, good luck to 'em!"