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The more I see of the powerful in this world, the more surprised I get. How have they not killed each other off yet? Sure, there are some bright spots on the political map of the word, like Japan, which still remembers honor and responsibility. But as it turns out, not all is clean even there...

I've finally gotten the message that this is no kind of vacation. Hell, I've had to spin around like a squirrel in a wheel! And the squirrels haven't even reached us yet . . . But I have enough headaches even without those furry little racist bastards. Everywhere I turn, everyone wants to pick...

It seems the Empire faces new challenges, and it's going to survive them. After all, it has a certain honored citizen—me, Alexander Galaxius, who won't let the massive country collapse even in the Emperor's absence. I healed the Empress. I can heal the Empire too! At least, I hope I can...

The world has changed. First traces of a familiar goddess, then the Unnameable, and now even more throwbacks to my past life. It seems the spring of fate is winding tighter and tighter. When it finally uncoils, I hope this world stays intact! In any case, it seems that I, Alex Galaxius, must...

I could have been anything I wanted: a chef, a chauffeur, a pianist, an artist, an aristocrat...but where would the fun be in that? In my past life, I'd been one of the world's greatest demonologists, and horned lords and masters of the inferno had cringed and trembled with terror at my name.

Flying with your squad to rescue your fellow soldiers under siege. Navigating your plane right into the epicenter of the fighting, only to discover that the enemy has been lying in wait, ready to ambush you all along . . . What could go wrong? Watching as your aircraft is overrun by enemies that...

They were just a bunch of ordinary demonologists trying to summon an ordinary demon...but at the moment of summoning, something went wrong. Still, demon or demonologist—what was the difference to them, anyway? Either way, they were going to have fun.

What could be simpler? On my very first day in this world, I was given the title of a count along with all the trimmings: a castle, name, lands and power. You'd think I had it made, but no . . . They seized my castle, took my lands, and now, I'm surrounded by enemies. Moreover, it's nothing but one headache after another with the authorities. And even though I wrested my castle back, the neighbors aren't going anywhere, and they live and breathe to tear off chunks of my land, and eliminate me, the new head of the family.

I was the most powerful healer in my world—the best, having devoted my entire life to mastering the art of healing. And yet, for whatever reason, my brother feared that I sought to claim his throne, and he marshaled his forces against me.

Liechtenstein—a tiny country located between enemy states that has, by the will of the Multiverse, become my home. I didn't choose this fate, but since this is how things have panned out, I shall ensure that the trust placed in me by the wonderful citizens of this small but proud principality...

The army is no place for being idle. A bad soldier is one who can't get this into his head; one who'll do anything to get out of work, who's forever looking for a quiet corner where he can sit and do nothing. But Konstantin was not that soldier. Konstantin was always looking for ways to make...

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!

Gangsters, aristocrats, offworlders . . . What difference does it make? To Mikhail Bulatov, none whatsoever. Any of them could be friend or foe, and he could care less what world they're from or what their place is in the social order. As for his enemies, any conversation will be equally brief, even if different in content. And yes, those out to get him are ramping up their efforts, and increasing in number. Not that there's any question of his ability to handle it all. That being said, he must not lose sight of who he is. First and foremost, he is a Healer.

This world never fails to surprise me! I take care of one problem only to be confronted by yet another—my unceasing enemies want what is mine. Is it that hard for them to comprehend that I, the Archmagister of Healing, can't be had so easily? Why, oh why are healers in this world seen as the weakest of the Gifted? It makes no sense to me. In my former world, everybody knew that Healers were to be respected and feared. Ah, well. It won't be long before they wish they'd never crossed my path. 

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.

Mikhail's power had only grown with every new day, and his Family was also flourishing. However, so were their enemies. New ones had emerged, and old ones who'd long ago written them off were now stirring. But really, was this a problem? He was a healer, and there was always a remedy, and mandatory "treatment" could not be stopped! Indeed, his enemies would pay handsomely for it. At least, whatever remained of them.

New enemies are ganging up on me. As if the old ones weren't enough! On the other hand—whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger! Alexander Galaxius is a name well known in the region of the Epicenter, mostly for the fact that I punish people who tick me off. Looks like I have a foreign...

Aber wie sollte ich schnell zu Geld und Ansehen kommen? Nicht durch Raub und Mord, schließlich war ich ein Baumeister. Handwerk und Baukunst – das war unser Ding! Und es war Zeit, mein Imperium wiederaufzubauen. Okay, ganz ohne Raub und Mord würde das vielleicht nicht vonstattengehen, schließlich hatte ich immer noch Feinde.

Varg hat bereits mehr als genug Bewährungsproben bestanden, um sich zu Recht als erfahrener Zombie-Überlebender zu betrachten, aber wird das ausreichen? Das Schicksal schläft nicht, genauso wenig wie das System. Wahrscheinlich haben diese beiden launischen Weichensteller sich verbündet. In den neuen Welten warten weitere Prüfungen auf ihn. Wird er dort einen neuen Freund treffen? Oder gar uralte Vampire? Oder erwartet ihn ein mysteriöses Mädchen, dem er in einer Notlage hilft? Vielleicht wird all das und noch viel mehr geschehen. Wer weiß das schon? Das System weiß es, und es lockt Varg mit immer neuen Aufgaben.

Je besser Varg die neue Welt kennenlernt, desto besser gefällt sie ihm, ungeachtet der Gefahren, die an jeder Ecke lauern. Aber was, wenn plötzlich Zwerge auftauchen, diese Welt in Beschlag nehmen und die Menschen als ihre legitimen Opfer betrachten? Der neue Band wartet mit neuen Aufgaben und neuen Welten auf, in die Varg vom System versetzt wird. Zum Beispiel eine Welt, die von Schlangenmonstern bevölkert ist. Oder die Welt der Elfen, in der Varg einen kostbaren Preis erhält. Und dann erscheinen auch noch Nekromanten in unserer Welt.