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The past never dies, it only lies in wait. The necromancers are awakening an ancient power. The lines between different epochs are blurring. While his enemies weave their deceitful web, Maximilian Richter invokes an ally who remembers a pre-abomination world. Lives are the pieces in this chess game. Those who do not fear death—it's their move.

At fourteen I was crowned champion of the VR Gladiator Games. By eighteen I was unloading junk at a warehouse without a penny to my name. Girls used to chase me. Now they wrinkle their noses in disgust. Life has given me a chance to make a comeback. But in this game, it's either triumph or perish!

From each according to ability, to each according to U-credit! The slogan of Sparta! "United points", the currency created by the guileful System. Lord Leo is building an inimitable just government, the only one around. Other Lords look upon him with anger and greed. They aren't just looking, either: blades and spears sharpen behind his back, desperate to bring a stop to the glorious rampage of the Spartans across the new world.

It's not enough to conquer—you've got to keep hold of what you conquered before. The glory of Lord Leo's riches travels faster afield than his fearsome troops. Wherever there's riches, there's coveters. And not all of them are human.

This game changes every day. It learns, improves, gets smarter. In here, I'm up against not only other players, but the entire game world. What to choose? To go it alone or at the head of an army? To level up or unravel the web of intrigue? I may be an ordinary student, but in this game, I'm one of the best fighters alive. I've triumphed over champions and monsters in the past. But I'm about to face the Gods.

Gods entered the game world and immediately began fighting among themselves. Which one will you choose as your patroness? The Goddess of War, the Patroness of Terror, or Death herself? What a stupid question. Of course, you'll choose the one who is the most beautiful! There are plenty of tempting offers out in meatspace too. Only why does each of them reek of a trap from a mile away?

Planet Earth burns in nuclear flame. But The System was kind and wise enough to transfer all its little humans into a new world. Everyone has been granted a new name, a starting bonus, and a rousing kick up the backside. Some got a sword, some a crown, and me . . . A potato?! How am I supposed to take over the world with this thing? System, are you sure you're so kind and wise after all?

In the game, I've become the right hand of the Goddess of Death, and in real life, a board member of a major Corporation. Sounds cool, right? Except now there's a bounty on my head, while in the game, the AI is devouring players' minds. If I don't solve this mystery soon, I'll be next.

The Great Princes' magical games conceal a hidden dimension. Abomination foci turn out to be not merely sources of blight, but portals through which creatures from another world pass. It is up to Max Richter to solve this mystery before the true enemies of humanity deliver their fatal blow. What started out as vengeance is now a battle for the future of the entire world.

Magical battles alone will not rid the world of Abomination. The necromancer prince Maximilian Richter sets out in search of knowledge that will help create new magical technologies. The Great Clans have been keeping a secret for centuries, and now it's time to reveal the truth. The planet will be healed from blight. The other Princes want to interfere with this healing, but Max now has a new weapon. Could it be . . . а dragon?!

Scoundrels are always afraid of the truth. It reveals their true colors, which are otherwise concealed beneath a veneer of decency. The necromancer prince Max Richter can find the truth wherever it's hidden: in a magical prison atop a remote mountain, in the depths of foci poisoned by Abomination, or even in the past.

Mages live longer than regular people. Some of them live a thousand years before they even start to grow up. Otherwise, they'd know fighting necromancers was futile. We do not fear death; for us, it's all in a day's work. My enemies want to crush my little clan by overwhelming us with numbers, but even our schoolchildren are as good as a whole army of professional warriors. There's a great war coming. And, strange as it may seem, the necromancers will be the ones fighting for the side of life!

"All tricks and games amount to nothing in the face of absolute power." This is the principle I live by, cutting ties where others would start scandals. My village has become a bastion of strength, attracting allies and enemies alike. The daughter of my enemy seeks my protection. Spies of powerful families dig for my secrets.

A revolution is afoot in Sparta! And not just any revolution: an industrial revolution. Water wheels and mechanical hammers have come to replace primitive labor. That means more ploughs in the fields and more arms for the soldiers. After all, the enemy grows by the day, too.

"Power is given to those who are willing to accept responsibility." My village expands, my men master martial arts, and my magic grows ever stronger. But my enemies are also hard at work—an interrogator spreading false accusations, a monster hunting down the innocent, and a highborn countess who wants my head.