"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."
"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. But, frankly, I'm more worried about:
installing mains water *
building new dormitories *
crop sowing *
gathering pearls and monster hides *
'Kate, what do the red asterisks in the list mean?'
'Those things needed doing yesterday.'"
"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?!"
"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!"
"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?
We'll have to wait and see."
"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.
And since the opportunity had fallen into my lap, I was going to take full advantage of it and become the all-time coolest. No—I was going to become a legend."
"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.
Oh well . . . I wanted the system to come—now I got it. I ended up with a sweet specialty, too! Let the games begin!"
"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!"
