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A thousand years ago, the abomination came into the world. It poisoned the earth and turned animals and people into horrible mutants. Necromancers were the only ones who could combat it. The Richter clan fought this threat. Whose plans did they ruin by doing so? Who wanted the world to die? Max will find the answers to these questions, even if he has to extract them by force.

The Richter clan was getting stronger and becoming a real nuisance to a lot of people. All the spheres of influence have long been divided among aristocrats, gangsters, and corrupt officials. And now, they all wanted to destroy the upstart healers. But the real evil dwelled in the past. Max was looking for those who had tried to kill him once before.

A clan of healers?! Was that even a thing? People thought we were weak and incapable of defending ourselves and our property. Those who wished to do harm swooped down on the clan like vultures. And that was a good thing! More enemies meant more harvest, and more material for my experiments.

I had lain down in my crypt to rest for a few decades, but when I awoke, centuries had passed. My castle is in ruins, my clan is gone, and necromancers are considered just a fairy tale for children. They take me for a healer. That's because the world is sick. And it's time for strong medicine.

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.

"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.

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.

Vor tausend Jahren tauchte die Befleckung in der Welt auf. Sie vergiftete die Erde und verwandelte Menschen und Tiere in fürchterliche Mutanten. Nur Nekromanten konnten ihr Einhalt gebieten. Der Richter-Clan stellte sich dieser Bedrohung. Doch wem war er dabei in die Quere gekommen und wer hatte Interesse daran, dass die Welt untergehen würde?

The victors are dividing the spoils of a fallen titan. Max Richter and his compatriots are establishing their rule and redefining the world map. Ancient magic is returning to lands liberated from abomination. But the true enemy is still hiding in the shadows.

Der Richter-Clan wurde immer mächtiger. Er trat vielen auf die Füße, waren doch die Pfründe der Hauptstadt längst verteilt. Aristokraten, Gangster und bestechliche Beamte – alle wollten die Heiler vernichten. Max begab sich auf die Suche nach denjenigen, die ihm bereits einmal nach dem Leben getrachtet hatten.

With a decisive onslaught, the clan of necromancers is reclaiming its properties. The occupied capital is re-christened once again with its original name, Richterberg. The city is under siege, surrounded by Focus monsters and an army of enemies. But wars are fought not only with brute strength; the intellect is at least as important. Max Richter makes cause with an unexpected ally—a legend as ancient as Max himself.

It's not enough to conquer—you've got to keep hold of what you conquered before. The glory of Lord Leo's riches travels faster afield than his fearsome troops. Wherever there's riches, there's coveters. And not all of them are human.

The calm before the storm has settled over the capital. Old legends are coming to life in the city's streets. The clan of necromancers is no longer trying to hide. The time has come to show our power. Betrayal will be punished, and the rest will have a difficult choice to make.

Der Planet Erde versinkt in nuklearen Flammen. Das System war so freundlich und weise, alle seine kleinen Menschen in eine neue Welt zu transferieren. Jedem wurde ein neuer Name, ein Startbonus und ein kräftiger Tritt in den Hintern mitgegeben. Manche erhielten ein Schwert, manche eine Krone, und ich bekam…. Eine Kartoffel?! Wie soll ich bitte mit diesem Ding die Welt erobern? System, bist du sicher, dass du wirklich so freundlich und weise bist? Die Platte wurde von Magic Dome Books produziert. Aufgeführt von – Alexander Müller. Toningenieur - Dmitrii Musinov. Korrekturlesen – Kseniia Böhm.

The clan of necromancers is busy doing what it does best: creating chimeras and killing the spawns of abomination. But others have made a profitable business out of these threats to the world. In addition to mutants, Max Richter must also confront human monsters. Good thing fighting monsters is his favorite pastime.

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.

After finding an abandoned, ancient fortress inside a focus, the Richters turn it into their headquarters and a training camp for their new army.

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?

More potatoes for the Potato Lord! More workers for the potato plantations! I have mastered the Mage, resisted Temptation, and even learned to brew my own System Cider. But soon the curtain between System zones will fall. What waits behind it? People? People on boars?!

Ein Heiler-Clan? Gab es so etwas?! Wir wurden als Schwächlinge angesehen, die sich und ihren Besitz nicht verteidigen konnten. Schurken stürzten sich wie Geier auf den jungen Clan. Aber das war gut so! Je mehr Feinde, desto mehr Beute und Material für Experimente! Die Platte wurde von Magic Dome Books produziert. Aufgeführt von – Peter Kortz-Frankemölle. Toningenieur - Dmitrii Musinov. Korrekturlesen – Kseniia Böhm. Sound Director – Anton Maximov. Das Hörbuch verwendete die Musikkomposition von der Website audionautix.com.