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Mikhail came here from a world where not just force, but also a man's word, meant something. But here in his new home, it was different. Not only were there few here who possessed strong Gifts, or were truly powerful mages, there were still fewer who knew how to keep their word. How, then, was he to restore the status of the Bulatov Family? Of course, as the head of the Family, Mikhail would never give up, and he always managed to find a way to outsmart his adversaries.

An heir without an inheritance. A weak Mage with huge potential and a wealth of experience. A young man living a second life. That's me, Theodore the Babylonian. I am getting to grips with life in Liechtenstein, little by little. But the time has come to get back what is rightfully mine. Most importantly, however, I must show everyone that what's mine is sacred. And anyone who has their eye on it . . . Let's just say, I wouldn't want to be in their shoes.

I used to be the greatest Earth Mage in my world. The head of the entire Order of Architects. But the older you get, the more you come to realize that at some point, you need to retire, so that you can have the chance to enjoy a peaceful life and to cede your place to the young, some of whom have already turned two thousand years old . . .So that's what I did. But I failed to account for one thing: during the course of my long life, I'd accumulated too many enemies, and they had decided to spoil my retirement. So they died along with me. And I hope their deaths were final. But mine was not!

Gangsters, aristocrats, offworlders . . . What difference does it make? To Mikhail Bulatov, none whatsoever. Any of them could be friend or foe, and he could care less what world they're from or what their place is in the social order. As for his enemies, any conversation will be equally brief, even if different in content. And yes, those out to get him are ramping up their efforts, and increasing in number. Not that there's any question of his ability to handle it all. That being said, he must not lose sight of who he is. First and foremost, he is a Healer.

Family manor-check! First Family Sword-present! Pets-a whole menagerie! Enemies-more and more! Friends-some, thank the Code! Money-oops . . . I need more gold! And a Family Guard! And a housekeeper! And a gardener, and . . . Hey, wasn't this world supposed to be my vacation?

Mikhail's power had only grown with every new day, and his Family was also flourishing. However, so were their enemies. New ones had emerged, and old ones who'd long ago written them off were now stirring. But really, was this a problem? He was a healer, and there was always a remedy, and mandatory "treatment" could not be stopped! Indeed, his enemies would pay handsomely for it. At least, whatever remained of them.

I was the most powerful healer in my world—the best, having devoted my entire life to mastering the art of healing. And yet, for whatever reason, my brother feared that I sought to claim his throne, and he marshaled his forces against me.

What could be simpler? On my very first day in this world, I was given the title of a count along with all the trimmings: a castle, name, lands and power. You'd think I had it made, but no . . . They seized my castle, took my lands, and now, I'm surrounded by enemies. Moreover, it's nothing but one headache after another with the authorities. And even though I wrested my castle back, the neighbors aren't going anywhere, and they live and breathe to tear off chunks of my land, and eliminate me, the new head of the family.

This world never fails to surprise me! I take care of one problem only to be confronted by yet another—my unceasing enemies want what is mine. Is it that hard for them to comprehend that I, the Archmagister of Healing, can't be had so easily? Why, oh why are healers in this world seen as the weakest of the Gifted? It makes no sense to me. In my former world, everybody knew that Healers were to be respected and feared. Ah, well. It won't be long before they wish they'd never crossed my path.

I need my manor, I need my family ring, I need my Family, and I need your motorbike . . . My body grows stronger, my spirit levels up, and my old skills haven't gone anywhere. Finally, people I can trust are gathering around me. Mighty enemies? Sure, they exist too. But not for much longer.

I am Monster Slayer Fifth Class, Baron Alexander Galaxius. I'm still a baron with no barony, lands or family ring. Just like my past life, this one hasn't given me anything on a silver platter. I'll have to use my own strength to create the world I need. Once more . . .

Varg has been granted his chance at a new life, but will he be up to it? Can he cope with the pressure of that chance? New enemies, friends, and problems will be along soon. It remains only for Varg to figure out who he fears most: his enemies, or his friends.

I was a Hunter, and I honored the Code. For my services to humanity and for leading a "proper" life, I was to be rewarded. A new life after death, and a new world to give me some well-deserved rest. But something went wrong. Once again, I must fight. The Monsters that face me here are far more terrifying than those of my past life. They are cleverer, crueler, more unpredictable. And their name is.

Are you a sociopath and dissatisfied with your life? Don't know what to do about it or where to begin? In that case, we have the solution.

In meiner Welt war ich der größte Erdmagier. Das Oberhaupt des gesamten Ordens der Baumeister. Aber mit zunehmendem Alter wird einem immer klarer, dass es einen Zeitpunkt gibt, an dem man sich zurückziehen muss, um sich eines ruhigeren Lebens zu erfreuen und Jüngeren das Feld zu überlassen, von denen einige allerdings auch schon an die zweitausend Lenze zählen... Genau das habe ich getan. Ich hatte mehr als genug. Nur eines hatte ich nicht bedacht: in meinem langen Leben habe ich mir zu viele Feinde gemacht, die nur darauf gewartet haben, mir den Ruhestand zu vermiesen. Okay, sie sind mit mir gestorben. Ich hoffe bloß - endgültig.

Michails Macht wuchs mit jedem Tag, und sein Adelshaus war wieder aufgeblüht. Allerdings ging es ihren Feinden ebenso gut. Es waren neue auf den Plan getreten, und die alten, die sie schon lange abgeschrieben hatten, meldeten sich zurück. Aber war das wirklich ein Problem? Er war doch ein Heiler, und ein Heilmittel gab es immer. Und die von ihm verordneten "Behandlungen" ließen sich nicht aufhalten! Oh ja, seine Feinde würden teuer dafür bezahlen.

Varg hat bereits mehr als genug Bewährungsproben bestanden, um sich zu Recht als erfahrener Zombie-Überlebender zu betrachten, aber wird das ausreichen? Das Schicksal schläft nicht, genauso wenig wie das System. Wahrscheinlich haben diese beiden launischen Weichensteller sich verbündet. In den neuen Welten warten weitere Prüfungen auf ihn. Wird er dort einen neuen Freund treffen? Oder gar uralte Vampire? Oder erwartet ihn ein mysteriöses Mädchen, dem er in einer Notlage hilft? Vielleicht wird all das und noch viel mehr geschehen. Wer weiß das schon? Das System weiß es, und es lockt Varg mit immer neuen Aufgaben.

Ich war der mächtigste Heiler in meiner Welt – der beste. Mein ganzes Leben hatte ich der Kunst des Heilens gewidmet. Trotzdem fürchtete mein Bruder aus unerfindlichen Gründen, dass ich Anspruch auf seinen Thron erheben würde, und führte sein Heer gegen mich ins Feld. Aber das spielt im Grunde keine Rolle, ich hatte ohnehin vor, ein bestimmtes Ritual zu versuchen, und jetzt... Ich bin in einer anderen Welt!? Nicht in meinem Körper, sondern in dem eines jungen Mannes! Und was soll das heißen – die Gabe des Heilers ist in dieser Welt nicht einmal den Dreck unterm Fingernagel wert? Offenbar, dass die hier nicht wissen, wie man mit Macht umgeht.

Was könnte einfacher sein? An meinem allerersten Tag in dieser Welt bin ich zum Grafen aufgestiegen, mit allem Pipapo: einem Schloss, einem Namen, Ländereien und Macht. Man könnte meinen, ich hätte es geschafft, aber nein... Mein Schloss wurde erobert, meine Ländereien wurden mir genommen, und jetzt bin ich von Feinden umgeben. Außerdem machen mir die Behörden ununterbrochen Kopfschmerzen. Und auch wenn ich mein Schloss zurückerobert habe – da sind immer noch die Nachbarn, die nichts anderes im Sinn zu haben scheinen, als Teile meines Landes abzuspalten und mich, das neue Oberhaupt der Familie, zu beseitigen.

Ich, Monsterschlächter der fünften Klasse, bin Baron Alexander Galaxius. Nach wie vor wird mir als Baron die Freiherrnwürde, der Landbesitz oder ein Familienring jedoch verwehrt. Wie auch in meinem früheren Leben wird mir in diesem nichts auf einem silbernen Tablett serviert. Ich bin gezwungen aus eigener Kraft die Welt zu erschaffen, die meinen Ansprüchen genügt. Nicht zum ersten Mal.