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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.

We’d survived the battle for Sklava City, but just barely... Parties were scattered, academies split, and the Tower—the monolithic structure that served as both order and protection—was toppled. What should we do next? In short, we must make the city safe and find our path forward. The mistresses and elders have a plan, but it requires us to venture forth into the wilderness and seek out a new mind stone. The problem? We’re just students. And the world beyond Sklava’s wall is a wild and dangerous place.

Greystone's arcane dome shimmers under the barrage of spells. The walls are manned, and the Valtorian host has come. As we await the final battle, the forces of Tan'Malas spread their corruption through both camps. The war threatens to consume everything we've worked for and take from me all those I care about. I learned the hard way how easy it is to lose everyone and everything. I will not let that happen again. To me, my girls and my friends are more important than all of Greystone and Valtoria combined.

My life was ordinary, but never boring. That is, until a colossal tower landed smack-dab in the middle of the city. What should have followed was mass panic and hysteria, but I never got to that part. Why? Simple. I was taken along with 99,999 other people from Earth and dropped onto an unknown world. Strange beings appeared before us—floating, featureless figures that call themselves demi-gods. They ruled this place, this fantastical world called Gaea. The reason why they took us? We'd supposedly been selected to show that Earth was worth saving from an upcoming cataclysmic event. 

My first few weeks at Zenith Academy were hectic. I made friends, but also enemies, and got myself into a death duel. Our triumph from defeating the dungeon’s first floor boss was short-lived, however, as a rather grim notification popped up. A colossal beast and its swarm of bloodthirsty monsters was headed our way. That was the bad news. The good? We had time to prepare. I have my own party now, made up of a feisty earth girl, a naïve but lovable moon elf, and a larger-than-life giantess. We need to find a fifth member to round out the party before it is too late.

The hardest part of Living Is Losing. Thirteen-year-old Jack Stone witnesses the traumatic death of his older brother. As he enters adulthood he is filled with anger and becomes violent and unstable. He hates the person he has become and considers suicide his only option. Supported by his parents he seeks help and forms a close bond with his psychotherapist, Roisin. Together they explore his deepest thoughts and the crippling guilt surrounding his brother's death. To manage his aggression Jack joins a boxing gym where his trainer, Pete, believes he has potential and guides him to success.

This is the story about how I died. Not really.... I mean, I don't remember most of it, thank goodness. Long story short, I was betrayed. Some people I thought I could trust invaded my sky palace, stole my women, and enslaved my pet shadow hounds. I was destroyed, utterly. Or so they thought. Somehow, mana, the source of my previous power, brought me back. The backstabbing weasels think they are safe, barricaded in their strongholds. Here's the horrible part. They willingly sacrificed their own flesh and blood for security. And they had the nerve to call me evil?

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.

The orcs are thirsty. And so are Captain Frank Gerber's swords, but apparently, you can't murder your customers. Stuck with a nightclub after a job gone wrong, Frank has to figure out how to rebuild something he never even wanted. That's just the first of his problems. Frank's blades will have a taste of blood again, but first, he has to party with orcs, barter with gnomes, drink with dwarves, and make shady deals with the scum of Sankta Varath, the greatest city in all of Steelheart Kingdom. And that's just the first week.

Frank Midnight is on a roll. He’s been making a name for himself in Sankta Varath as a shrewd businessman, merciless killer, and welcoming club owner. He’s sporting some of the meanest weapons and toughest armor in existence, and rides a deviltail mount through the city like a boss. Frank Boss as the orcs call him. Yet, the man isn’t happy. How can he with a thousand voices screaming in his head and the Quinta Empire advancing on Steelheart. Nothing can stop them, not even the might of the Three of Steel, the brutality of Castilian, or the…mildly annoyed Frank.

I survived a near-death battlefield head injury just to get thrown right back into the meatgrinder. My friends and I survived brigands, beasts, scheming nobles, a rigged tribunal, and oh, more beast! But it wasn’t all bad. My bond with ether helped put part of my fractured mind back together. What did I see? Glimpses of a life lost. A woman I’d failed. But also...a rift forming from the ether convergence. You see, I was there when the collapse started, even though I couldn’t remember.

Not everyone gets a second chance at life. I, however, kind of lucked into mine. Thrust into the body of a dying man, I fought to break free, made a few friends along the way, and started down the long and treacherous path of revenge.

It only took the end of the world to find my calling. Unfortunately, getting rid of humanity's biggest internal threat was just the start of my trials on Gaea. Just a few short days after my friends and I defeated Roman, the System gleefully informed us about a hidden world event. We have no idea when it'll strike, nor do we know when the two alien species brought to our corner of Gaea will appear. Even worse, Boris and Miki have vanished. With the two brutal criminal bosses lurking in the wings, no human is safe.

Frank and his team have their work cut out for them. The club needs new guests, drinks, trophies, and employees, not to mention a good mopping of blood after every shift. Guests love him, but the bounty hunters aren't pleased at all with Frank's success. Hector, their leader, knows just what it takes to knock his former friend down a peg or two. Just when Frank thinks things can't get any crazier, he gets invited to a bizarre nightclub owner meeting. New alliances will have to be forged, and dangerous waters will threaten to swallow him.

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.

The Great Ones arrived on Earth and conquered us with little bloodshed. They collected our strongest warriors and shipped them off to a world called Hadran—a one-of-a-kind artificial planet, a cosmic gladiatorial arena where the slave races engage in blood sports for the Great Ones' entertainment. But Earth has lost the last of its real champions and now risks losing its candidate status. If that happens, it will become less than a slave colony.

Clint Rogan and his team did it. They survived the initial hardships of Terraria One and came out much stronger than anyone would have imagined. The human starting capital of Grimford had been rebuilt, new contestants had been trained to participate in the blood sport that entertained the Galaxy, and team Dread grew to legend status. A new threat emerged and overshadowed everything they had worked for. It was larger than anything they could anticipate, a threat from the very ring surrounding Hadran.

Frank Gerber isn't happy. At all. Being a bounty hunter sucks. Even more so when it pays very little. What sucks even more is that his client decides to skip payday. A pimp dressed in a frilly pink suit. Can his day turn even worse? It can when polite conversation turns into unabashed violence, and Frank finds himself the new owner of the most rundown joint in the Ashpit. With a mounting debt, not nearly enough booze, and a single bartender in his service, he will have to do... yeah, he doesn't know what yet, but he will eventually find out. Everything can wait.

I woke up in a battlefield triage tent, bloody, battered, and crippled. It wasn't just my arm and shoulder that was broken, but also my mind. I couldn't remember anything—my name, who or where I was, or what had happened to me. Could things get worse? Of course they could. The battle wasn’t over, and it appeared that our enemy wasn't content with just a victory. No. They sought to wipe us out. But why? If I lived long enough, perhaps I would find out.

There I was, thinking that things were finally going to get a little bit better. I had no idea how, but the System was on humanity's side, giving us hints and even unlocking a new all-powerful summon for me. Nope. That System is gone now, replaced by a new one that's cold and unfeeling. And to make matters worse, the darkling are stronger than ever before. The three princes—Nieven, Tigris, and a new monster named Mirugo—are forcing their race to march up the tower at sword point, sacrificing thousands of their own to claim new powers and rewards. Humanity has no choice but to follow.