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Mike Hagen, an American nicknamed "Crybaby", became one of those chosen to be given an augmented reality interface. However, his favorite game was an MMA fighter - possibly, for the reason that he'd never fought in real life, and the interface adapted itself to him.

I died a great mage, protecting my people. A millennium later, I wake to find true magic dead, completely replaced by gadgetry. It appears that my descendants require a lesson in true sorcery. But first I need to find out something—who wants me dead badly enough to try killing me twice?...

The Patriarch has finally recovered—and immediately set off on a journey. Alexander, meanwhile, heads to the Imperial hunting grounds in search of a creature that proved too much for even the Empire's most seasoned gamekeeper. The task seems simple enough: study the animalistic aspect of magic...

I wear three faces. An ancient mage, a young noble, and a lucky diver. The first was murdered. The second had lost his inheritance and was cast into exile. The third? A counterfeit, a mask to shield the others. For I am a water-mage—ever-shifting, ever-fluid. I don't smash through obstacles...

The law of the jungle declares: it's every man for himself! This principle applies not only to the human world, but also the domain of their greatest adversaries—the demons. Their world's Tier Zero differs little from the Tier Zero of the human world. The resources are just as scarce, the creatures just as vicious, and the absence of law just as blatant. Yet the Heavens show no mercy when the push comes to shove. When it's time to conquer the Tier Zero of an alien world, retreat is not an option. For the privilege of ascending to immortality is reserved only for the strong.

Nothing is ever given freely. One has to pay the full price for everything one gets. Easy money for a seemingly minor quest in a game? Well, you're obviously being played for a mark. Suddenly stumbled upon a unique spell coveted by the entire world of Waldyra? That automatically makes you the quarry for the game's top clans, each of which will be hunting you - IRL as well as inside the game.  

Being a unique player has its advantages but comes fraught with quite a few problems. Having become the owner of a spell capable of removing the magic veil from an unexplored continent, Rosgard has to prepare himself for the role of the Navigator, the only one who can lead the expedition across the ocean. Should he fail to do so, the spell will be taken away by the game's administration.  

Rostislav Grokhotov does not want to become anyone's pawn. Therefore, his unexpected acquisition makes him ponder his own goals. Having become the sole owner of a unique spell coveted by top-ranking clans, he no longer wants to go with the flow. That way would only lead to ruin and obscurity. He'd need to go all in-and to have a good plan. With several more contingency plans for good measure. What are the opportunities available to someone in the possession of a unique spell capable of dispelling the veil over the unexplored continent of Zar'Graad?

Rostislav Grokhotov, an ordinary clerk working for a privately-owned company, just wanted to earn some extra money in the game. He had no specific plans for his new character. Little did he know that his new nickname Rosgard would become the game's next greatest legend. Even the game's Creche zone may contain items of interest if you're observant enough. Rosgard's find didn't just change his own life drastically - it enveloped an entire game world in turmoil to boot! The adventuring player becomes a valued prize for Waldyra's leading clans. Our hero has to conceal his real name.

The Law of the Jungle is clear about one thing—if you cross the high and mighty, you're courting disaster. But even when the Grim Reaper comes knocking for Vyllea of the Urbangos tribe, Seeker Zander isn't going to surrender her without a fight! And for someone prepared to do anything for the one you love, no law in the world can stop you from saving their life. Thus, our Seekers are back in action, facing the First Tier ahead—alluring, brimming with energy, and rife with cultists and ascension schools.

I seek out monsters and slay them to grow stronger. To my shock, I recognize some as my own creations from the distant past. Even more perilous than monsters are the dark secrets that devour all who draw too close. Yet no matter what disguise evil may wear—once it falls away, truth kills...

A school of ascension once again. But now, instead of the energy-starved Tier Zero, the Seekers have taken on the First Tier, so this school's a whole different beast. It's massive. It's majestic. It strikes awe into the hearts of the students and nips any thoughts of breaking the rules in the bud. The Seekers are unwelcome here, for they don't play by anyone's rules. But aren't rules there to be broken?

A new client and a new commission seem harmless and routine—exactly what Alexander needs. The artifact turns out to be a demanding piece of work, but at least the Earth and Air aspects of magic are simple enough. Still, the object of the client's concern is mysterious and unusual—a strange...

And once again, a new commission turns out anything but simple. At first, nothing makes sense at all—but as events unfold, dangerous details begin to surface . . . ones that could shake the Imperial throne itself. To make matters worse, the Voznesensky mansion is getting visitors—and not the...

A new commission becomes an unexpected and dangerous challenge. This time I’m dealing with the denizens of the Shadow World—thieves of human souls. My search for answers takes me to a small northern village whose secrets are guarded not only by people, but also by monsters. To prevail, I...

Might is right. This is the primal law of the jungle, and this creed not only rules the animal kingdom, but also shapes the lives of men. Having harnessed the elusive Qi energy, humanity has divided the world into zones and mastered the creation of extraordinary artifacts, edging closer to immortality. Yet, this evolution has only entrenched the fundamental law: power grants privilege. The strongest claim the finest resources as well as the right to rise above others. What chance does an ordinary youth from the neglected zero zone have in such a world?

The world of Waldyra has been thrown into a turmoil of unprecedented scale and gravity. There are countless threats coming from every direction. The gods are at war. Continents are about to clash. Mighty ancient deities awaken-far more powerful than any of the newfangled gods. Old and new clans fight one another furiously for a place in the sun, and hideous monsters are falling from the skies, destroying every living thing in their way.

Rosgard the Great Navigator and his comrades-in-arms continue their journey as part of the armada of the Sleepless Ones to the shores of Zar'Graad, impatient to tear off its magical veil and be the first to step onto the new continent. The first trailblazers can expect some truly impressive bonuses—so even though no one yet knows what those rewards might be, the stakes are just too high to come in second.

As Julius Caesar said as he crossed the Rubicon, "alea iacta est"—"the die is cast." All the bridges have been burned. The contract with the clan of the Sleepless Ones has been signed, and Rosgard will begin the expedition under their banners. The Black Queen is in the lead—an enormous ship masked as an island sets forth to bring the fleets to a new continent concealed under a magical veil that can only be parted by a single player—namely, Rosgard. 

It's time for the Great Navigator Rosgard to lead his seafaring armadas toward the far-off new continent. Waldyra's players are impatient to get there. But instead, Rosgard becomes a father. Although his mischievous daughter is only a digital creation of this virtual world, the challenges of being a father are the same. Besides, she isn't a child anymore but a restless teen. The girl is a potential goddess in the making, and her arrival into this world isn't exactly welcome by the gods of old whose thrones are getting a bit shaky.