In the game, I've become the right hand of the Goddess of Death, and in real life, a board member of a major Corporation.Sounds cool, right? Except now there's a bounty on my head, while in the game, the AI is devouring players' minds. If I don't solve this mystery soon, I'll be next.To win, I'll have to break the rules of both worlds.

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.Contains mature themes.

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?Contains mature themes.

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!Contains mature themes.

Scoundrels are always afraid of the truth. It reveals their true colors, which are otherwise concealed beneath a veneer of decency.The necromancer prince Max Richter can find the truth wherever it's hidden: in a magical prison atop a remote mountain, in the depths of foci poisoned by Abomination, or even in the past.Traitors, beware! The Richter clan's bone hounds are already on your trail.

The Great Princes' magical games conceal a hidden dimension. Abomination foci turn out to be not merely sources of blight, but portals through which creatures from another world pass.It is up to Max Richter to solve this mystery before the true enemies of humanity deliver their fatal blow. What started out as vengeance is now a battle for the future of the entire world.

From each according to ability, to each according to U-credit! The slogan of Sparta!'United points', the currency created by the guileful System. Lord Leo is building an inimitable just government, the only one around. Other Lords look upon him with anger and greed.They aren't just looking, either: blades and spears sharpen behind his back, desperate to bring a stop to the glorious rampage of the Spartans across the new world.

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.

The System said: "everything the sun touches is yours!" Lord Leo's a simple guy, so he took the System's word for it.It's not for nothing that Major is running drills with the new recruits, Third is sharpening his trusty sapper shovel, and boar-riding Peter is digging the earth with a honed hoof.More enemies? More to win!

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?!

A revolution is afoot in Sparta! And not just any revolution: an industrial revolution.Water wheels and mechanical hammers have come to replace primitive labor. That means more ploughs in the fields and more arms for the soldiers.After all, the enemy grows by the day, too.

"Honor is the true measure of a man." On this principle I built a powerful empire, united disparate lands, and destroyed the greatest threat to our world. I died as a true warrior should: in battle. But instead of being granted a well-earned rest, I awoke on the border of a foreign kingdom, in the body of a noble-born outcast—with a noose around my neck.Never mind if all that remains of my former greatness is a memory. Give me any backwater farm and I will turn it into a formidable...