検索キーワード： 著者 "Vasily Mahanenko" すべてのカテゴリー

Alles oder nichts. Leben oder Tod. Eine dritte Option gibt es nicht. Weder die Menschen der Vorzeit noch äußere Kräfte oder das Chaos selbst können einen anderen Weg finden, die Integrität der Welt zu bewahren – außer durch die Vernichtung des Erzherzogs Maximilian Walewski. Sie schicken ihn auf eine Mission, die nur unter einer Bedingung erfüllt werden kann: Maximilian muss sterben. Und wenn er sie nicht erfüllt, werden alle, die ihm lieb sind, an seiner Stelle sterben. Eine hoffnungslose Situation, so scheint es. Irgendjemand muss sterben. Aber wer?

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.

The Law of the Jungle is clear about one thing—if you cross the high and mighty, you're courting disaster. But even when the Grim Reaper comes knocking for Vyllea of the Urbangos tribe, Seeker Zander isn't going to surrender her without a fight! And for someone prepared to do anything for the one you love, no law in the world can stop you from saving their life. Thus, our Seekers are back in action, facing the First Tier ahead—alluring, brimming with energy, and rife with cultists and ascension schools.

What could possibly go wrong at a Tier Zero school of ascension when all the powerful foes have been vanquished and a bonded pair of Seekers can handle any adversary-not just at their current stage of ascension, but also from the initial ranks of the next one?

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.

What would happen if our world turned into a computer game? It might sound tempting at first, but there's one small detail you should know: in this game, people are nothing but non-playable characters, useful only for the service they provide to the real players. Experience, development, loot, levels—none of that is for us. Our role is merely to dance to the tune of our masters, who have come to our world to turn it into a character farm and a space for their own entertainment.

The law of the jungle declares: it's every man for himself! This principle applies not only to the human world, but also the domain of their greatest adversaries—the demons. Their world's Tier Zero differs little from the Tier Zero of the human world. The resources are just as scarce, the creatures just as vicious, and the absence of law just as blatant. Yet the Heavens show no mercy when the push comes to shove. When it's time to conquer the Tier Zero of an alien world, retreat is not an option. For the privilege of ascending to immortality is reserved only for the strong.

The spread of the Cursed Lands has been halted. The first of the seven members of the Circle Order, responsible for the fall of the Chaos Clan and the destruction of the Condor group, had been killed. Not a bad start for someone just finishing their first year at the magic academy. Now comes the...

What could be harder for two Combat Mages (even Universal ones) than having to kill a creature who's totally immune to magic? Whatever the answer, the game doesn't care. Anyone who's decided to make something of themselves, let alone earn the status of a "key character," is going to have to...

The first part of my plan has been accomplished: I managed to create my own house. I was no longer just a commoner from a distant kingdom, but a full-fledged citizen of the Empire, head of House Greymore. And as the head of a house, I had new responsibilities. I must protect the Empire from...

Invading the Lands of the Dragons! An epic event that's brought all three Great Clans together in a common enterprise. All so that the Elves can finally wrench a Regional Dungeon back from the winged reptiles and get the key they so desperately need. With a goal like this on the line, the immortal players will spare nothing—and no one. If they have to sacrifice every NPC in the game to achieve it, then that's exactly what they'll do. And they won't feel a single pang of conscience while doing it. New releases, after all, will bring them new servants.

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.

A school of ascension once again. But now, instead of the energy-starved Tier Zero, the Seekers have taken on the First Tier, so this school's a whole different beast. It's massive. It's majestic. It strikes awe into the hearts of the students and nips any thoughts of breaking the rules in the bud. The Seekers are unwelcome here, for they don't play by anyone's rules. But aren't rules there to be broken?

The obliteration of the settlers' ark hasn’t gone without consequence—the ancients have struck back. Anomalies have vanished, all the higher-ranking Nascent Gods have fallen, and the passage between the Tiers has been sealed. Cultists are on the rise, determined to destroy everything that remains. The world is spiraling into chaos, ruled by a single law: kill or be killed. Yet the Seekers refuse to back down or surrender to fate. When the whole world stands against you, it only means one thing—there will be plenty of spoils!

Seekers occasionally find themselves in situations when a single world no longer suffices. Even as matters remain unfinished in the First Tier of the human realm, the demon world beckons them with all the adventure and peril it has to offer. And one doesn't just go to the demon world for a leisurely stroll. If you need a reason to go, it has to be one like joining the elite school of the Second Circle. And if there are enemies to be made, they should be the kind that make shivers run down your spine.

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.

Maximilian is the last of the noble Valevsky lineage. His entire family was put to death for an alleged attempt on the powerful Duke of Odoevsky, who had his eye set on the Valevsky's land. The young man managed to avoid execution, but not punishment. From here on out, he's condemned to life as a doomed soldier. The front line in the fight against the dark god Skron's mutated creatures. "Do or die"—that's the doomer motto that has been drilled into the last of the Valevsky's head. The Duke took everything from him but his honor and a thirst for revenge.

Who's the bravest of them all? Cat lady Mirelle and her Celestial Clan? Yeah, go screw yourself, Mirelle, you and your whole clan! It's bad enough that I'm allergic to you, now you've gone and stayed behind in this world when you should be in the next one. Go on, scram! And take your stupid clan with you. No democracy here, just despotism, tyranny, and the coming of the lord. Which means me, if you hadn't worked it out yet . . . he-he.

Ich war der größte Chaosmagier meiner Zeit. Sechzig Jahre lang habe ich die Welt vor Risskreaturen verteidigt. Wenn mir eine Mission aufgetragen wurde, habe ich sie erfüllt. Wenn sich ein Feind erhob, habe ich ihn vernichtet. Ich war dem Imperium treu bis zuletzt–bis es den Entschluss fasste, den Chaos-Clan und jedes seiner Mitglieder auszulöschen. Doch das Leben hält immer wieder Überraschungen bereit. Ich erhielt eine zweite Chance und konnte den ganzen Weg noch einmal von vorn beschreiten. Dieses Mal jedoch sind die Regeln andere.