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Cole was working a shift at the refinery when the apocalypse came a-knocking. However, Earth wasn’t destroyed — no, the apocalypse changed our world. It changed Cole, too; he became a Prodigy, a powerful cultivator.

I thought I'd left my old life behind me. But then I found myself with a job I couldn't refuse - a counselor at Beldame, a mysterious manor with even more mysterious guests. These guests have problems, which they want me to solve. Professionally, I could deal with humans and their issues - my massive student debt was evidence of that. But these guests aren't human. At least not entirely.

The Hero of Humanity—the man summoned to slay the Demon King—he went and destroyed all who wronged him, humans and gods included. At the end of his bloody campaign, he had nothing left. He retired to a humble cottage built from the divine, wood of the World Tree that he chopped down. All was well until, one day, the world shook. The Hero wanted nothing to do with it and went to sleep. The next day, he went outside and saw that his property had been transferred to yet another world.

Mark wanted to clock out of work, like an average guy to have an average night. After a dust storm envelops him, Mark awakes in the mythical land of Lathinia where adventure awaits. Armed with a legendary sword and a very unique mount, he learns there's a skill point system that rules the land.

Davik of Darkshire is one of the last Magebreakers who survived the Summoner War. In that brutal conflict, expendable conscripts were engraved with runes of resistance and hardiness, turning them into the scourge of warcasters. Using his augmentation to forge a storied career, he has battled through epic adventures, ambushes, and dungeons for the last decade.

Cole is king of the highway, a force to be reckoned with. He has strong allies, powerful companions, and he has become a mighty cultivator. Turns out, he is exactly what Earth needs. The enemies of all the free peoples are planning to strike, and if they succeed, there won’t be much left of Earth.

I thought I'd left my old life behind me. But then I found myself with a job I couldn't refuse - a counselor at Beldame, a mysterious manor with even more mysterious guests. These guests have problems, which they want me to solve. Professionally, I could deal with humans and their issues - my massive student debt was evidence of that. But these guests aren't human. At least not entirely.

I thought I was destined for an early grave. Apparently, fate had other plans for me. My name is Jake. After twenty-three years of life, all I have to my name is a dead-end job and an undiagnosed metabolic disorder that has the doctors baffled. Everything changed on my birthday when I found a magical key that followed me home. It led me to the Halls of Magic, a multiversal repository of arcane knowledge that will allow me the chance to cure my broken body and unlock arcane power.

I was shredding a monster guitar solo then died on stage in a freak accident. Reborn, I discovered I was a mage with the power to control metal and kick ass! The Goddess of Chaos has set me loose in the Shimmerlands, a magic world under threat by a total buzzkill named Lord Manageer. He's banned magic, music, and everything that brings pleasure to the people. He must be stopped.

The Retired Hero of Humanity—the man who decided to hide in his woodland cottage after his bloody business was done—has gone on vacation at the insistence of one his house guests. A long forgotten dream stirs in his chest. Jericho wants to give a go at being a merchant and selling his wares at a seaside town's festival. He's never been a merchant before, but it always looked so fun, so why not? Giselle is happy to oblige; she just wants to see Jericho enjoy himself. Jericho is eager to see how far his woodcarving skills will take him. Will he be the king of figurines?

With Lord Manageer on the run, Luis and his ladies are in motion to hit the enemy with maximum force—but a new threat is looming. The undead of The Necromancer. Luis and his band of feisty mages must defeat The Necromancer's forces while also engineering the downfall of Lord Manageer himself. To get it done, Luis will have to maximize his true potential and launch himself as a one-man wrecking-ball into enemy territory. All to set up the final confrontation with Lord Manageer—who has a secret weapon ready to deploy.

Before I had a chance to strike Lord Manageer's empire again, his forces hit back hard. Me and my team of ladies barely hold off fire-launching airships and a horde of chittering monsters. In the defense I meet a voluptuous elfen mechanic whose knowledge of airships give me a wild idea. If I can convince her to help, the team can pull off the biggest heist the Shimmerlands have ever seen: skyjacking an imperial airship.

I was shredding a monster guitar solo then died on stage in a freak accident. Reborn, I discovered I was a mage with the power to control metal and kick ass! The Goddess of Chaos has set me loose in the Shimmerlands, a magic world under threat by a total buzzkill named Lord Manageer. He's banned magic, music, and everything that brings pleasure to the people. He must be stopped. I'm the first to control metal, ever. The oppressors rely on it, and I can crush their armor, war jeeps, and buildings like tin foil.

After purchasing a mysterious tome from a popup bookstore, Donald is targeted by a mysterious entity hungry for his deepest fears. However, the line between fear and desire can sometimes be a blurry one, and this clown girl will do anything to ensure she gets enough to eat.

All I wanted was a burrito. My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel. Now I have to fight monsters, free spirits, and run a mystical hotel. I'm clearly not qualified, but when has that ever stopped anyone from doing anything.

How does one measure the worth of a Knight? By battles won, foes slain, and kingdoms conquered? Aye, there is glory to be had in the clash of blades and the spilling of blood. But what does strength of arm mean when one is maidenless? How hollow the cries of victory, when they ring through an empty castle and echo against a cold bed? Know, then, that that the true measure of a Knight is the love of a good Maiden—Or two. Or three. Or more... You will find thirteen tales of romance, heroism, and valor.