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Sylas Runewulf has been dead for about a month, but he's making the best of it. The former battle-hardened swordsman is now a brewer and pub owner in the town of Ember Hollow. He's also made a few friends here in the Underworld. Plus, he has a pet in Patches the cat, and he recently bought a farm, complete with a peppy pup named Cornbread. Not bad for someone who once lived and died by the blade.

Within an hour of Bora's arrival in Arahasnor, she runs into her toxic ex-boyfriend, offends a malicious noblewoman, and narrowly escapes from the city guards. Never the type for adventures—unlike her sister, Holy Maiden Ysabel, who left the family farm and scandalously eloped with Dark Lord Kaine—Bora intends to quickly return home and settle back into her usual role as the plain, boring sister. That is, until there's a freak magical accident.

Steve had experience when it came to waking up with hangovers. Being attacked by kobolds? Not so much. After rousing in the middle of a monster-filled forest, he was sure his life was over. That was until he was saved by a fire-wielding angel who was anything but human. Now Steve finds himself a temporary guest on a small run-down farm filled with monster girls who need his help. None more so than the canine beauty responsible for saving his skin.

Dapy was an odd fellow. Not the bad sort. Just the quiet sort. The animals spoke to him far better than people did. Not that Dapy would ever mind. Living the simple farmer’s life was all he looked forward to. Until it wasn’t.

The devil has been bested. Zeryesis tried his damnedest, but Lulu’s life is back in her hands. No longer must she spend every month worrying about becoming a slave, and it’s all thanks to Steve (not that he’ll admit it). He’s too busy focusing on the future—turning the farm from a hovel into the best around. But that’s easier said than done.

Everything seemed fine. I took my farm back, made peace between the local troll tribe and the villagers, and wrapped everyone behind a protective wall. From there it was just back to the peaceful farming life. Until the adventurers came back . . . with a vengeance. Now, they threaten the women I love, the land I swore on my parents' grave to protect, and the people that live there. And they will never stop. Protecting my land isn't enough. No, it's time to unify every dungeon in the land and fight back.

My past as a humble farmer is gone. Now, as I, my wives, and my children work tirelessly to unify the world's dungeons against those that would exploit them, the stakes have never been higher. As a mystical madness threatens to infect me and the very gods themselves threaten to bar our way to freedom, a final confrontation looms between my dungeons and the rampaging adventurers who would judge us. In the end, I will do what needs to be done, to protect my land, to protect my family. And if I have to fertilize my crops with the blood of the gods to do it, so be it.