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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 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.

The story of sixteen-year-old Alex Sheppard and his friends is drawing to a close. Yet again, Scyth, Alex's character, has to do the impossible. And the day of the battle between his allies and the Children of Kratos marks the end of peace in Disgardium. The world will never be the same again.

Alex Sheppard returns to the real world only to realize that it's game over for him. At the age of sixteen, he's destroyed the carefully laid plans of the most powerful people in the world, incurring their wrath. Now they're thirsting for his blood, and they know where to find him. The criminal Triad, the two-faced Cartel, the hypocritical preventers were child's play, nothing more. But he has to operate outside the law now his sworn enemies rule the planet.

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.

The small weak League of Losers has truly lived up to its name—after all, it managed to make a slew of powerful, very dangerous enemies right from the start. It is now time for Sergeant and Whiskers, his ginger kitten, to leave the sandbox for the big world. The players have leveled up enough to pass through the barrier enclosing the sandbox, but, as luck would have it, it isn't the best time to make their escape. A bitterly cold winter is drawing near, and nobody is ready for it.

Another person might have given up, but even death itself could not stop Clem Denisov. He is one of those men who's not afraid of hardship, even if that makes him a bit old-school. A client's death does not change anything for him. The quest must be completed - after all, gamers are still dying in the real world, where they have just a single life. Someone is hell-bent on cutting these precious lives short. Can Clem become the roadblock that will stop the fine-tuned criminal machinery dead in its tracks? Who knows....

They were the Unfrozen, expendable throwaways, but as fate would have it, they managed to outlive those who "owned" them. One by one, they ventured forth and disappeared. The existence of false identities was a threat to the entire System. Only one of the Unfrozen continued to forge the path he'd originally set out on, flying in the face of common sense and in complete disregard for playing it safe. Klim Denisov was used to going all the way to the end, even if it led him over the edge. Now he's found allies who, like him, want to get to the bottom of what's been going on.

Contrary to the odds, he was a survivor. But it wasn't over, no matter what anyone said. The deadly, shadowy entity he was up against was doing everything to execute its evil scheme and take out anything in its way. It had at its disposal the latest technology, professional killers, and high-ranking patrons. And Clem Denisov, inveterate angel of retribution, wasn't going to put up with it. Clem's one saving grace was his ability to send sinners to hell—a place he knew only too well. And he wouldn't rest until the last of the killers targeting the players received his just dues.

It looks like the beginning of the end for the criminal entity known as the Specters. For too long now, they've escaped justice on their bloody quest for unimaginable wealth. They've destroyed friend and foe alike, all for digital dollars that are colder than cash. But there's one man in their way, and he's unstoppable: Clem Denisov, the last of the Unfrozen. How does he do it? It's simple. Clem Denisov doesn't know how to retreat. Nothing can stop him, not even the best assassins, who meet their end trying. But now, he's up against a legion. The gloves are off. War is on the horizon.