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As a member of the elite King’s Guard, I feared no man. But nothing prepared me for Florida. Banished five centuries into the future, I’m stranded in a modern world I don’t understand. I’ve traded my castle patrol for a shift as a strip mall security guard, but the job is far more dangerous than it looks. My new mission? Defend this humid kingdom as if it were the royal capital.

Admiral Stonefist has long served the Emperor with unwavering loyalty, defending the Imperium and driving its expansion across the stars. A hardened veteran of countless campaigns, his faith in the ideals that once guided him is faltering. His new assistant, Kinnit the Kobold, is brimming with joy to be assigned to the coveted Ninth Fleet. She arrives filled with hope and energy, eager to rise through the ranks of the Imperial Navy and earn her kin a place in the Imperium. Together, they uncover a conspiracy that could shatter the galaxy.

With my own county and holdings secured, it is time to fulfill a promise to my fierce and devoted moon elf warrior. In the east, orcs and goblins have all but beaten her people into submission. The bureaucrats and scheming nobles who rule the Concord won't help them, so it falls to me. We will journey east—an unlikely company consisting of the world's cutest wood elf baker, a high elf noble-in-hiding, a proud moon elf warrior, and of course myself, the mightiest war mage the world has ever known.

Levi Summers is an F-rank tank freelancing E-rank instances for pocket change. He's got two skills, no party, and a past that still haunts him. When a routine run locks into a raid and his team dies around him, he redirects the boss's own lightning into its skull and claims a Dungeon Lord's crown. Hidden inside it: Class Smithing, the power to forge new classes and give anyone the ability to level up.

I survived the War of Cinders to live a quiet life, but corrupt politicians won’t leave us alone. To secure Aerenvale’s future, my beautiful elven companions and I are traveling to the capital to claim a county of my own. But Irendale is a pit of vipers and beneath the noble estates lies a rotting secret. I didn’t come to the capital to fight another war, but I’ll do whatever is necessary to protect what is mine. And hey, there’s the added advantage of seeing the girls in their most elegant dresses while we maneuver through the politics.

Greedy nobles are tightening their grip on peaceful Aerenvale—taxes, bureaucracy, and a garrison to ensure we obey. No way in the Nine Hells… There is one way to stop them: claim Aerenvale as my own. To do it, I must face an ancient trial—one that judges more than strength.

For the first time in years, my staff, Ashmaker, is gathering dust. But Aerenvale has secrets of its own. Ancient machinery churns beneath the mud, and hidden tunnels hint that our quiet village was once something far older. When those buried powers begin to wake, I must protect my newfound farmstead…and the women who make it home.

After years of war, the necromancer Zaroth Karn finally lies dead at my feet, and I am one of the most powerful mages left standing. Now it’s time for peace—and to keep a promise to a fallen friend. He left me his quiet farmstead in the elven town of Aerenvale. With most men lost to the war, the women there could use a hand…or more.