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The Empire had declared me its enemy. The Circle Order had declared me its enemy. The master, served by mages who commanded all six elements, had declared me his enemy. The Kingdom of Dertan had declared me its enemy. Everyone wanted only one thing—to destroy the chaos mage Solo Greymore before he gained power. Because they understood: once I reached the tenth rank, my enemies would have to answer for their foolish naivety. So let them amuse themselves for now. My goal at the moment is to turn my students into true mages.

Events are intensifying around Mikhail Bulatov. The emperor is starting to wonder how he could be just an ordinary Healer, and he's even considering entrusting him with a matter of special importance. Yes, the emperor suspects a lot, but not that Bulatov has geese working for him, and that Leonid himself considers him a friend. And that's just the tip of the iceberg . . . What will happen should the emperor finally realize the truth about Mikhail?

A job from an old family friend unleashes a flood of surprises. And there's a bigger problem than dark mage threats—the patriarch is sick, and only one healer can save him. The mission? Complete the job—and track down that healer. Along the way there will be new allies, unexpected charges, and a conspiracy starring the mysterious death mage once again. Oh, and that pesky riddle from the past? Still needs solving. Time to buckle up. Things are about to get interesting.

A lot happened on my visit to the capital of the Novgorod Empire, but my main business is still in the village that I now call home. Scratch out "village". It's a town already and things aren't stopping there. The wild lands have been on my mind. It's time to do something about them. There's only twenty kilometers from us to Los Santos and sooner or later we'll have to deal with the stalkers (read: bandits) who hang out there. I don't like putting things off. And who knows, while I'm there maybe I'll find out more about the "Center"?

Yet again Varg's character lands him in difficult yet interesting situations, and his inability to yield or retreat has its consequences. This time he stands in the way of powerful entities trying to achieve their goals. These entities are weaker than the system, but still strong enough to make life difficult for a human. They may not be able to function on Earth themselves, but this does not mean they don't have strong disciples.

It seems there's something amiss in the Empire. I didn't choose my fate, but now I'm acquainted with the Empress, and so, like it or not, I've been pulled into big politics. As if I didn't have enough of my own problems already!

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 business trip coming up. And I'll need to take care of my flanks. Oh yeah, and I have a wedding to put on too! Sooo much fun to be had!

Both the attempted invasion by the forces of Hell and Mister Hyde's rampage have been successfully put down. Not by me alone, I'm glad to say! We saved the Earth together. Hooray! Now for a long-planned holiday! It's a pity that I'm the only one who ended up in New Moscow. I'm being recruited by a secret bureau set up by the Emperor. Now I have to save the planet from a descendant of Lucifer while at the same time learning to master new demonic powers.

What does the Code have in store for me next? Looks like I'm never going to get to relax. This world I've ended up in is on the brink of a great war. It'll be a tragedy for its inhabitants.

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.

Scoundrels are always afraid of the truth. It reveals their true colors, which are otherwise concealed beneath a veneer of decency. The necromancer prince Max Richter can find the truth wherever it's hidden: in a magical prison atop a remote mountain, in the depths of foci poisoned by Abomination, or even in the past.

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. Although that might well be why there are few who want to do business with them. Not when they can make geese work. And if Mikhail can force poultry and pigeons to work for him, what hope do mere people have of not falling into bondage under him?

I'd dedicated my whole life to becoming the next Guardian of the Empire. I'd seen it all: endless killings, wars, and coups. I was gifted, and I became the youngest of the Genius rank, striking fear into the hearts of my enemies. Evidently, that wasn't enough. My real journey only began when I lost everyone who was dear to me, and then used a secret Guardian technique to travel one day back in time—so I could get revenge on those responsible. Only now it seemed I'd gone back much further than one day, and there were many more of them than I'd expected . . .

The past never dies, it only lies in wait. The necromancers are awakening an ancient power. The lines between different epochs are blurring. While his enemies weave their deceitful web, Maximilian Richter invokes an ally who remembers a pre-abomination world. Lives are the pieces in this chess game. Those who do not fear death—it's their move.

Dark clouds continue to gather over the small principality of Liechtenstein. Or, more precisely, over its citizens, the common people. The aristocrats and authorities have been weaving their little schemes, and the rebels are still pursuing their own ends. All of them hide behind eloquent slogans, but in reality, they are totally uninterested in the people's welfare. Fortunately, however, the citizens of Liechtenstein have a protector—me, Theodore the Babylonian, along with my friends and my guard regiment.

Ten years have passed since the story began. Ivan Morozov is no longer the prey—he has become the hunter. He's done adapting to circumstances—his goal now is to rise above them and shape the world to his will.

After being killed in Syria and awakening in the body of a dead aristocrat, Igor has found a way to survive in this parallel world. He's lost his country, his home, and his family, but he's still got his surgical skills and his honor as an officer.

I managed to deal with the immediate threat to House Komarin, but that didn't let me off the hook with Muscadine. The rapid growth in my powers had almost turned me into a shish kebab. Up next: a dressing-down from the Emperor, a visit to Derbent and the rescue of some fair maidens. And that's all before lunch—by evening, I should be free . . .

What can be better than attending a magic academy? New friends, new knowledge, new emotions. All you have to do is study, close rifts, and not think too much of anything else. I also had two students, who needed my time and experience, which took a lot of my time. No time to get into any trouble, right? Wrong! Especially when you are a chaos mage and an entire squad of assassins is hunting you down. They even took the place of some of the best students at the magic academy just to get closer to me. Let them try! A chaos warrior never runs from trouble!

A ruthless fae king, cursed to be alone, craves power above all else—to ensure he will never be weak again. But to do that . . . he needs to make himself untouchable. A fierce queen, immune to the curse stealing the lives of her people, burns for vengeance after losing the one she loved. Her power is unmatched and is ready to be unleashed. And she knows exactly who to use it on. Their paths are destined to collide, bound by one thing—revenge.