Alexey Kovtunov

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.

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....

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.

Why, oh why, are so many loath to have dealings with Healers? In other worlds, at least, everyone knows how powerful Healers of his rank are. But why is it no one realizes how great Healers are at negotiating and concluding contracts? And, moreover, they're fabulous managers.

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.

A terrible threat hangs over the Village, yet it is also a chance. For the world is much bigger than the humans imagined and they occupy but a tiny part of it. And while they ran around with sticks and dressed in animal hides, monumental events took place around them.

The System took over the whole world in an instant, and people lost any ability to communicate with each other. But the deadies weren't the only ones who could get better....

Die Welt, wie wir sie kennen, ist Geschichte. Als aus heiterem Himmel die Apokalypse über sie hereinbrach, gab es für niemanden ein Entrinnen. Immerhin sorgt das System weiterhin für Unterhaltung. Beinahe täglich stellt es die Bewohner des Planeten vor neue Möglichkeiten und Herausforderungen.

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.

Es gibt offensichtlich Leute, die noch immer nicht begriffen haben, wer Michail Bulatow wirklich ist–welche Gründe das auch haben mag. Es sind diejenigen, die in ihm weiterhin nichts als einen Heiler sehen.

Das System beschert unserem Helden und seinen Freunden immer und immer mehr neue Erfahrungen. Der eigentlich ziemlich asoziale Einzelgänger Kasp wurde vom System zum Siedlungsvorstand ernannt. Nichts liegt Kasp allerdings ferner, als eine Führungsrolle zu übernehmen.

To anyone looking on, it would appear that a certain very young count is beset by too many enemies, especially considering that his Gift has nothing to do with combat. It’s as if the northern region that houses his county is a magnet for offworld invaders.

Mikhail isn't greedy, no! He's simply thrifty, practical. And he cannot fathom how anyone can leave trophies behind on the battlefield. No way does that mean he's stealing them! And of course Mikhail isn't a slave master!

It once seemed like the world had been shaken by the coming of the System, leaving no chance for humanity to survive.

Michails Abenteuer nehmen ihren Fortgang. Er findet immer mehr über diese Welt und das Imperium heraus, in dem er jetzt lebt. Allerdings stehen ihm auch ein paar Überraschungen bevor.

Die Bedrohungen, denen ich in dieser Welt ausgesetzt bin … Nun, es kommt mir vor, als würde ich „Hau-den-Maulwurf“ spielen. Die örtlichen Aristokraten haben sich weiterhin dazu verschworen, der Familie Bulatow, deren Macht konstant zunimmt, Straßensperren in den Weg zu legen.

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.

The residents of the Village have managed to overcome all the trials and tribulations. Under Nicholas's leadership, they have achieved the seemingly impossible. Combined the incompatible. Reconciled the irreconcilable.

Der Weltuntergang ist der absolute Albtraum. Aber nicht für alle. Denn wer sich das System zunutze macht, hat die Chance, nicht als Zombie-Snack zu enden. Und manche Menschen sind bereit, bis zum bitteren Ende für diese Chance zu kämpfen.

Michail kommt aus einer anderen Welt, einer Welt, in der die Macht eines Mannes ebenso wie sein Wort noch Bedeutung besaßen. Wie kann er unter diesen Umständen am besten den Status der Familie Bulatow wiederherstellen? Ja, schauen wir doch mal, was diese andere Welt zu bieten hat.