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Gerüchte über einen geheimnisvollen Zusammenschluss von Fürstentümern machen die Runde, die Wildnis ist unruhig und das schnelle Wachstum von Sawino zieht überall im Nowgoroder Imperium neidische Blicke auf sich.

I have been reborn from an advanced techno-magic world into a world where magic is still in its infancy. In this new world I have the body of a young baron and my entire worldly possessions are one village—a village surrounded by monsters and hostile aristocrats on the fringes of a young, rapidly expanding empire. The other thing I have, though, is knowledge beyond what this world has dreamt of, and nothing will stop me from building my own magic empire!

Our magic crystals are growing. People arrive in the village faster than we can make room for them, but at least they find plenty to do here—from building the village to guarding the border against attacks by bandits and monsters. And not just any monsters, but monsters that haven't been seen in this neighborhood before. Is that a coincidence? Or are rumors of something going on outside the borders of the Empire not just rumors? Whatever's behind them, I'll deal with it!

Rumors of a mysterious union of principalities are rife, the wild lands are restless, and Savino's rapid growth is drawing envious eyes all around the Novgorod Empire.

Alone in a strange world of dungeons, quests, combat academies, guild wars, tournaments, and learning magic . . . It's all so wonderful! Of course, the hordes of orcs approaching the Empire's borders are a bit unsettling. As is the mysterious organization crippling it from within. But what if I'm the one who can stop them? Or . . . what if I'm meant to join them?

Orcs and elves come streaming out of portals. People lose their grip and are transformed into afflicted. If this is a zombie apocalypse, it's a pretty weird one. The rules are simple: kill an orc or anything else—gain life energy, reducing your chances of becoming a walking corpse. But fail—and become a zombie, AKA an afflicted.

The confrontation between the Novgorod and Permian empires is reaching a critical stage. It’s an opportunity for Savino to become a new center of power–and I will do all I can to make sure that happens.

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"?

When I died and became a portal jumper, the system glitched. Did that bother me? Not a bit. After all, I'd dreamed of traveling to a different world all my life! The system malfunction turned out to only benefit me. I didn't just lose nothing; I also gained something really cool.

The war on Ofilia is heating up and the outcome will depend on our mana potion deliveries. So, what's the problem? Well, it's been a week since the System arrived on Earth, and that means high-level hostiles from other worlds could start showing up at any time . . .

To continue training at the guild in the capital, or pack it in and get out before the orcs take the city by siege? For answers to this and other questions, check out the latest issue of "F—k If I Know" magazine! And it sure would be nice if the greenskins were the only threat. In any case, I'm already good enough to face any challenges the system can throw at me with a smile. Time to have some fun! P.S. When do I get to learn how to be an elf?!

I'm getting stronger, and my confidence has always been good. And I'm not the only one who can see it. The system is pushing me more and more into the thick of things, and a question is becoming more and more critical: finding myself in the epicenter of a large-scale conflict, how do I not give the game away that I'm a shapeshifting outsider from Earth?

The threat of the Medvedkovo portal is growing. War is going to break out on Ofilia before we've even begun to properly trade. Those in the Zhdanovsky group who haven't already turned afflicted from lack of life energy will soon begin to starve....

First encounters with other sentient races. New global trials and events. That's all well and good, but we have business on Earth. The time has come to bring people together and make a base in a Moscow overrun by afflicted.

Thunderclouds are gathering over the Empire, and the deadly race continues. I've made new friends, but the number of enemies is growing much faster. Good. The former make for good drinking buddies, and the latter will make for excellent experience!

The objective is clear—to reach the original world and get to the bottom of what is going on here. But I don't want to waste decades on it like people from other worlds. In fact, I'd like to be done in a month. After all, am I a Keeper, or just a pretty face? However, the System is keeping me on my toes. Moscow looks more like a military training zone every day, and this strange slime has been oozing out of the metro.

Mein Selbstvertrauen war schon immer gut, und ich werde unaufhörlich stärker. Ich bin auch nicht der Einzige, der das bemerkt. Das System drängt mich immer mehr ins Zentrum des Geschehens, und eine Frage wird zunehmend wichtiger: Wie kann ich es verhindern, wenn ich mich im Epizentrum eines groß angelegten Konflikts befinde, dass ich mich als Gestaltwandler und Weltenreisender von der Erde zu erkennen gebe?

Allein in einer wundersamen Welt voller Verliese, Quests, Kampftraining, Gildenkriege, Turniere und dem Erlernen von Magie… Das ist alles einfach großartig! Die Horden von Orks, die sich den Grenzen des Reiches nähern, sind natürlich ein wenig beunruhigend. Genauso wie die mysteriöse Organisation, die das Reich aus dem Inneren lähmt. Aber was, wenn ich derjenige bin, der sie aufhalten kann? Oder aber… Was, wenn ich dazu bestimmt bin, mich ihnen anzuschließen?

Weiterhin in der Gilde trainieren oder meine Sachen packen und mich vom Acker machen, bevor die Orks die Stadt belagern und sie einnehmen? Wenn ich nur die geringste Ahnung hätte, wie ich diese und andere Fragen beantworten soll! Es wäre auch schön, wenn die Grünhäute die einzige Bedrohung wären. Zumindest bin ich inzwischen gut genug, um allen Herausforderungen, mit denen mich das System konfrontiert, mit einem Lächeln zu begegnen. Es ist also höchste Zeit, ein bisschen Spaß zu haben! P. S.: Wann kann ich endlich herausfinden, wie ich ein Elf sein kann?

Unsere magischen Kristalle wachsen. Die Menschen strömen schneller ins Dorf, als wir Platz für sie schaffen können, doch zumindest gibt es hier genug zu tun – vom Bau des Dorfes bis zur Bewachung der Grenze gegen Angriffe von Banditen und Monstern. Es sind nicht irgendwelche Monster, sondern Bestien, die in dieser Gegend noch nie gesichtet wurden.