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Brew the beer and light the Hearth. No ifs, plenty of butts. I’d been looking for a way to leave my old life behind, so inheriting a battered old pub in the middle of nowhere was the perfect excuse. Flying in from America, I was keen for a chance to get my head down, lick my wounds and figure out my next steps. It turned out, though, there’s all sorts of unusual expectations of the landlord in the village of Pant-y-Giggles. From renovating the building, to learning how to brew, to embracing the Way of the Hollows, I very quickly had my hands full.

The Hive Mind is evolving. So are Ash and Roq. Ash and Roq have carved out a name for themselves by helping to defend their home and the people of Dawnwatch. They’ve created a party strong enough to survive whatever Riftside throws at them and built a home worth fighting for. It might be safe for now, but beyond the rift, the Hive Mind prepares to win the war at any cost.

Asher Corvin was a bouncer at the Dreamweaver, a man whose only job was keeping the trash away from the girls on stage. It was a simple gig until a pair of Wretched tore through the front doors and started killing everyone in the building. Including him. But death was just the start of a long contract negotiation. Now bound to the Demon Lord Maz’Goloth and reborn as a Hell Hunter of the Fifth Circle, Asher is back and thrust into a silent war between Heaven, Hell, and everything in between. There are no heroes, and there is no good or bad. All sides suck.

They’re called the Outsiders, and they’re here for a good time. Humanity’s time. When the apocalypse kicks off hundreds of years too early, the System is still asleep and Earth quickly becomes a chaotic mess of pop-up Dungeons and roaming monsters. With the alien invaders treating the planet’s destruction as a resource-gathering fire sale, things are looking bleak. Connor Keene hoped being shot in the line of duty would be the only low point of his day.

I am Garren Holt: Road Warrior. Donkey Whisperer. Monster Magnet. Harem Hauler. Round Two, Start! The bear’s dead, and the road ahead is wide open. I have survived monsters, bandits, assassins, and my own donkey’s attitude. Now we're rolling out to New Bastion, where the rift is fresh, the need for supplies greater, and the women are bolder.

Tap the cask and mind the Lanes. No favors, no leashes. Opening Night’s epic hangover is interrupted by a shiver that runs through the Hollows. Then, just as we’re recovering, a Smiling Man tries to buy The Butt and Beam from under me. And then a bikini-clad vampire begs me for sanctuary with her angry father on her heels. So, yes. Things are busy. I’m Chris Holloway, Landlord, still the only bloke in Pant-y-Giggles and still learning the Way of the Hollows.

Silas Stone is the lead singer of Blood & Honey, a man who lives for the roar of the crowd and the heat of the stage. As the front man of a duo rock-act in the city of Chi-Tek, alongside childhood friend Ruby Martin, his magic is mostly a gimmick. A way to flash some lightning and keep the groupies coming. It’s a simple life until the portals return and monsters tear through the stadium, turning a sold-out show into a bloodbath and feeding ground. In the middle of the chaos, Silas discovers he is more than just a well-trained combat mage. He is a descendant of the Raiju.

Blut bedeckt den Boden und die Wände des Midnight Bounties. Aber hey, Ragul, der Vampir-Barkeeper, wird heute Abend nicht hungern müssen! Währenddessen werden die Kopfgeldjäger und Söldner, deren Leichen, unter dem Außenklo begraben werden, an ihren Platz erinnert.Frank und sein zusammengewürfeltes Team haben alle Hände voll zu tun.

Man mag es auch göttliche Fügung nennen, aber auf wundersame Weise ist unsere alte Gruppe aus Eslant wieder vereint. Kristan und Marko waren der Schlüssel beim Kampf gegen Harkels Hellhounds in Arrdeam und jetzt stellen wir unsere vereinten Kräfte Melina zur Verfügung. Ein Mann muss zu seinem Wort stehen.

After a hundred years of regrets, revenge is just around the corner. We have finally reunited with Kristan, Marko, Franja, and Renata, who proved to be instrumental in our battle against Harkel's Hellhounds and the siege on Arrdeam. Having brought down the first leg of Harkel's slaving empire, we're getting ever closer to cutting off the head of the snake. Before we can face him, though, we must still grow stronger, but assassins lurk in the shadows and dangerous foes want us dead.

Frank hat es endlich in die große Liga geschafft, obwohl es nicht alles so ist, wie es beworben wurde. Reiche Klubbesitzer wollen Geschäfte machen, Söldnerführer bieten verdächtige Unterstützung an, wütende Götter fordern Gehorsam, und Ork-Kriegsherren bieten gefährliche Freundschaften an. Zu viele Orks, Zwerge, Goblins, Gnome, Menschen und sogar Elfen warten darauf, in die Midnight Bounties zu kommen. Um den Klub zu vergrößern, muss Frank neues Personal finden, den Klub erweitern um mehr Platz zu schaffen, und vor allem braucht er einen weiteren Barkeeper. Aber nicht irgendeinen...

Debt-serf. Scavenger. Nobody worth remembering. In Alnda, that’s all Alaric was ever supposed to be. Something others had planned for him. But with CD, Elli, Seo Rin, and Yesabel at his side, Alaric’s building mechs, making allies, and carving a future society never wanted him to have.

Leider haben wir keine Zeit, ihm zu Ehren ein Fest zu feiern – die ganze Welt ist verrückt geworden und wird von korumpierten Monstern bedroht. Borealis war unglaublich wütend, dass Chester sie vergessen hat und in einem Anfall von Trotz hat er unsere Welten miteinander verschmolzen. Jetzt stecken wir alle in einer bizarren und gefährlichen Höllenlandschaft fest, in der die Verderbnis aus jedem Dungeon strömt. Die Kraft, die ich gesammelt habe, reicht nicht aus, um dieser Katastrophe Herr zu werden.

I am Garren Holt: Dead Trucker. Reborn Brawler. Donkey Sidekick. Harem Magnet. Real heroes never die. They just get sent somewhere else. One minute I'm hauling 600 HP of diesel fury. The next, a bear the size of a semi punches my isekai ticket and portals me into a medieval forest. Stats flood my vision. A smart-mouthed donkey bonds to my soul and won't shut up about 'delivering freedom' with his kicks.

A newly-minted Hammerlord, Ash, finally has a home of his own and a party he’d fight and die for. The next chapter in his life is about to start, but along with that come many responsibilities, like…where do they put the monster trophies? And who gets what room? Sometimes it is good to have simple problems as every new dawn somehow piles on more and more dangers on his plate. House Domitius is still coming for the smithy and for Ash’s parents. They will stop at nothing, when a familiar face returns with reinforcement, even bending the guild and bank to their whim, or using deadly force.

With alien tech enhancing his abilities and beautiful women at his side, Alaric sets his sights higher than just buying his freedom. The guilds that exploited him, the nobles who looked down on him, the system that kept him chained, they are all about to discover what happens when the underdog gains real power. Forget five-credit repairs, Alaric's about to carve out an empire of his own, one dangerous mission and passionate encounter at a time.

I wanted to be an adventurer. I ended up the pack mule for a psychopathic hammer. My name is Ash. I’m a scavenger, a blacksmith’s apprentice, and, according to the voice in my head, a "calcium-based biped with poor taste in pillows." All I wanted was to clear my family’s debt and secure a future in Dawnwatch, the frontier town guarding the rift. Maybe even become an adventurer. But when a dungeon run went wrong, I didn’t just find loot. I found the motherload. A Soul Gem worth a kingdom.

Chester, as it turns out, is actually a monster god. Unfortunately, we don’t have any time to throw festivals in his honor—the whole world has gone mad and is overflowing with corrupted monsters. His fellow Calamities, enraged that he’d forgotten them, have fused their worlds together in a fit of petty rage. Now, everyone's stuck in a bizarre and dangerous hellscape with corruption overflowing from every dungeon. The strength I’ve gathered isn’t enough.