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In the storm–drenched city of Verdigris, home to indolent sorcerers and undead hotels, something is dreadfully wrong. Buildings are starting to crumble due to the kidnapping of their hobs, the many-legged house spirits that keep each home in order. In such times, one would ordinarily blame the Devil, but he has been enchanted by a new and enticing evil: The jackbooted villainy of Gwendolyn Gooch, who has taken the hobs for her latest diabolical scheme—apartments for rent.

This collection of short stories captures special moments during the student council’s summer vacation, and it may even answer some important questions: How will Sayaka react to the truth about Masachika and Yuki’s relationship? What devious activities is Nonoa up to behind the scenes? Will...

Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read, and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result. Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At the threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle.

After humanity's deep space probe Squanto goes missing in the Gauntlet, Staff Sergeant Martin Kelvin and Sergeant Frank Cage are pulled from leave to search for the vessel. Three teams have already vanished in the quantum corridor where time fractures and physics breaks down. But Squanto didn't just find a path through; they found something waiting in the darkness.

Katherine and Imogene are done with their criminal past—honestly. They’ve traded in their outlaw lifestyle for seaside views, knitting projects (strictly non-magical), and only the occasional pub brawl (entirely accidental). But when an old friend begs them for help, they're back in the game. Their last heist—the one they botched all those years ago—needs finishing. And fast.

The Green Dungeon thrived. Despite the Council's attempt to destroy her, Jennifer Conners, a Blue World soul, remained a viable Dungeon Core in Green World. With the defeat of Werner Oswaldo, Jennifer had leveled up. Her human experience and Garden Core existence made for a unique outlook on dungeons. She filled her garden with Green World people and Blue World items. She built her floors, mobs, and traps with an exhilaration she'd never felt as a human.

Meet Richard: ‘[Immortal]’ banana slug, emotional terrorist, dungeon life coach…Then there’s Cole. He just wants to survive. Richard has goals. Neither of them is optimistic. In a world split between [Mundanes] and [Adventurers], Cole rolled the worst specialization imaginable: [Self Criticism]. One drunken mistake later, he’s conscripted into the Adventurer's Guild. First stop? A deadly [Trial Dungeon] with a sarcastic slug, a mysterious goth, and two best friends who are absolutely not qualified for this. Richard is a ‘foot-long’ telepathic jerk with a gift for emotional damage.

Magic is for cowards. Real power is forged in rage, blood, and paranoia! A relic of the past, Conrad Barbarus finds himself in a world he doesn't understand. Magic runs unchecked, demons wander at will, and, worse yet, floating text is forcing him to read. Horrific. But what's supposed to be a series of casual [Quests] quickly becomes personal. His companions more than strangers. The land around him more than just a passing place. Conrad will be pushed to his limit as he rips paradise out of the mouth of a dragon.

If given the chance to be a genius, few people would say no. Outstanding talent is a key component of great success, after all. What form this ‘great success’ takes is largely up to the individual, but it is often associated with money, fame, and power. Selfish pursuits, yes, but it is only natural to look out for number one first and foremost. This is true even of the altruistic. For instance, if some wonder-child figures out a foolproof way to achieve lasting world peace they would still need an immense amount of influence and resources to turn that idea into reality.

In Chandrar, the King of Destruction's war with the faltering kingdom of Jecrass has reached a turning point, and a terrible climactic battle awaits. But the knife that cuts through every plot is simply honor. In the north, Ryoka and Fierre are riding the high of their amazing delivery to the Archmage of Izril, but their challenges won't end with one run. They're approaching the realm of Couriers; that means the stakes have never been higher. Monsters below and plots hatched from all sides, from the Circle of Thorns to the dungeon of Liscor, but the greatest story is perhaps one of mercy.

After a bloody turn of events, Ainz has established the Nation of Darkness, aiming to create a utopia where people of all races can enjoy everlasting prosperity—as long they kneel before him. His first goal is to expand the Adventurers Guild to nurture new talent, a task that requires him to...

Jez, a grumpy Fennex, wants nothing to do with the cold, snow or bustling winter games descending on the charming town of Adenashire. She’d rather curl up for a nap. But a drunken boast lands her smack in the middle of the festivities and, even worse, fake dating her friend, Taenya, a woodland elf. Plagued by chronic fatigue and past heartbreak, Jez has long guarded her heart. Not to mention she has a secret she’d rather not share. Yet, Taenya’s warmth and patience begin to melt her icy exterior.

Well, this year, after the Spring Planting season, I’m really gonna relax and put down roots. It’s the slow life for me. Sure, the talking animals and cultivators coming to live with me are a bit weird, but this year everything is gonna be basically normal. There definitely won’t be any Heavenly Tribulations, ancient formations, or cultivator issues to deal with . . .

LUNA LUNA! I’ve been killing slimes for 300 years, and now I’m participating in a relay race?! What kinda alternate world is this? Still, since my family was so into it, I gave it my all. I also threw a music festival with the moon spirit, visited the leviathan sisters on their day off, and...

Try as he might, Fischer still can't catch a break. Tropica's forces have just perpetrated the fantasyland equivalent of crashing the king's party, kicking over the punch bowl, and making a series of rude gestures on their way out. Unfortunately, they're about to learn firsthand that when you take a bully down to the mat, it's best to make sure they don't get back up. Because their enemies are unearthing long-forgotten powers, and if those dabbling in the resulting destructive chi succeed, they could become even more annoying than the time Corporal Claws hid all of Fischer's pants.

Wildlife and monsters have been stirred from their homes by intruders, both in the continent of Chandrar and the Empire of Tiqr, led by Nsiia, the Empress of Beasts, and in Liscor's dungeon, where a certain skeleton continues to help both friend and foes in the only way he knows how. In Liscor, the election will result in a new group of leaders for the city. But is that for the better or worse?

The Sacred Kingdom has enjoyed a great many years without war thanks to a colossal wall constructed after a historic tragedy. They understand best how fragile peace can be. When the terrible demon Jaldabaoth takes to the field at the head of a united army of monstrous tribes, the Sacred...

SWORDS, SORCERY, AND A SPOT OF TEA We could think of nothing but the barbarian. He had come here, surely, to murder or marry someone, to exact revenge, or to say or do something very scandalous. We could hardly wait to see which it was. We hoped it would be all of them. The barbarian traveled...

A Secret Service operative and dedicated survivalist, Special Agent Del Roosevelt had a plan for every world-ending scenario and regularly trained for them all. He was even ready for a date with the hottest woman in his office next Friday. At least he hoped so. But all that training, all those rations, all that prepping? Useless for the apocalypse that actually played out. Del wakes up half-buried in a giant trash pile, missing his thumbs. And, um, covered in red fur. He's stuck in a world of fuzzy monsters, senseless violence, and cult-like crusaders.

Before he was Slifer, supreme elder of the Black Rose Sect, he was Zack, devourer of junk food. Then the pudgepot relocated into the body of a top-tier cultivator, which he used to gain power while trying to reform the various evil demonic sects of his new home into something a bit less, well, demonic. It hasn't been easy. Especially since the Great War between the demonic and righteous sects broke out for realsies. These days, Slifer has his hands full keeping his secret identity secret, collecting System cards, and holding the "good guys"—especially the fearsome, enigmatic Lady Chi—at bay.