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I jumped twenty-two years into the past to save the future. To stop the nightmare bearing down on Earth. I managed to access Atlantis ahead of schedule—and found a living Atlantean waiting inside. He told me the truth about our planet, about the Crystal Race, and the impending doom. The...

I've traveled twenty-two years into the past to change the future and prevent the nightmare awaiting planet Earth. I've started altering the course of events in the present radically, creating every possible advantage for myself and my family. I need power and influence to save Earth from destruction.

The God of the Querancy Cult has been defeated. The School of Spirit Power in the First Tier has begun to recover, demons have been driven away, traitors found, and criminals punished. The First Tier of the human world has achieved an idyllic state of peace for the first time in over a thousand years! But does idyll suit Seekers? The Second Tier of the human world remains closed to Zander and Vyllea, so the Seekers' attention turns to the demon world.

The Bohao cultists have just got their noses bloodied—it was hardly fatal, but humiliating all the same. Their leadership has now turned their attention to the Seekers, baffled at how such insignificant pests could have managed to sting them so painfully. Moreover, they couldn't punish the Seekers for their impertinence—those pesky gadflies had already slipped into the demon realm. The Seekers are intent on fighting this infection, and so they mean to track it to its source.

I've traveled twenty-two years into the past to prevent the nightmare that threatens Earth. As the strongest Evolver, I've earned the title of Race Leader and uncovered the secrets of the Primordial World. Now I know the terrifying truth about the beings who destroyed Earth in my first...

This story is for those interested in what happens to Rosgard after the Great Expedition and what other adventures he'll have and secrets he'll learn. Even though he remains a famous player, his legendary status is no more, and he is no longer under the auspices of the incredibly influential clan of the Sleepless Ones.

The law of the jungle is straightforward—all means are justified in one's pursuit of ascension. After all, it's the result that matters—not how you achieve it. And yet the end doesn't always justify the means—especially when the ascension of one requires the suffering of hundreds. The Heavens do not take kindly to such acts. And so it came to pass that the Seekers have been forced to take matters into their own hands, bringing light to places where it had never shone before. However, the Bohao Cult has turned out to be far stronger than initially thought.

Nothing is ever given freely. One has to pay the full price for everything one gets. Easy money for a seemingly minor quest in a game? Well, you're obviously being played for a mark. Suddenly stumbled upon a unique spell coveted by the entire world of Waldyra? That automatically makes you the quarry for the game's top clans, each of which will be hunting you - IRL as well as inside the game.  

To wage war against the Bohao cultists, who have essentially taken control of both worlds, you need to think strategically. Eliminating the leadership seems logical, but with no access to the central region where the cult's leaders hide, that's a dead end. Hunting down individual cultists would take centuries, and they'd just recruit more in the meantime. So what do we do? The best approach would be to cut off all supply lines of the ancient substance they rely on and destroy every concentration camp where they keep the unfortunates they intend to sacrifice on their altar.

I traveled twenty-two years into the past to change the future—to stop the nightmare threatening Earth. I founded the Syndicate, which has now grown into the world's most powerful organization. But recently, another group has risen to challenge us—the Clowns. They didn't exist in my previous life. The Clowns are mysterious, powerful, and dangerous—especially their leader, Lady Black. I can sense that she's hiding something.

The world of Waldyra has been thrown into a turmoil of unprecedented scale and gravity. There are countless threats coming from every direction. The gods are at war. Continents are about to clash. Mighty ancient deities awaken-far more powerful than any of the newfangled gods. Old and new clans fight one another furiously for a place in the sun, and hideous monsters are falling from the skies, destroying every living thing in their way.

Never before did the world of Waldyra face a threat as terrible as this one. A whole continent has gone insane—and it's heading towards the Old Continent on a collision course. If the two continents collide, the whole world will shake to its very foundation, and the ensuing destruction will be unimaginable.

A new commission turns out far more complicated than it first appears, for this time it isn't only about magic, but the human heart. And the outcome will shape more than one destiny. Still, what better challenge could a true artificer hope for? Count Voznesensky will master the craft of the...

I wear three faces. An ancient mage, a young noble, and a lucky diver. The first was murdered. The second had lost his inheritance and was cast into exile. The third? A counterfeit, a mask to shield the others. For I am a water-mage—ever-shifting, ever-fluid. I don't smash through obstacles...

Old nemeses often turn up when you least expect them-and, more often than not, just when you're at your most vulnerable. Rosgard is no exception. He may have become the leader of a new clan, but he's lost support of the Sleepless Ones, the undisputed heavyweight champions of Waldyra, and right about this time he ran into someone who's been his sworn enemy since their days in the game's Creche. Heroes of the Final Frontier have had war declared on them. This is bound to be a real stress test for Rosgard's entire crew.

The Brotherhood of the Path, a tight-knit and determined group of five players, finds themselves in one of Waldyra's secret corners. And they find game's rules and laws to be entirely different here in the Forgotten Lands. This is the domain of old-school hardcore eventually deemed too brutal and challenging for ordinary players and replaced with a more forgiving system. Its denizens are exiled monsters and creatures that didn't fit into the bright and cheerful Waldyra.