I had lain down in my crypt to rest for a few decades, but when I awoke, centuries had passed. My castle is in ruins, my clan is gone, and necromancers are considered just a fairy tale for children.They take me for a healer. That's because the world is sick. And it's time for strong medicine.

Planet Earth burns in nuclear flame.But The System was kind and wise enough to transfer all its little humans into a new world.Everyone has been granted a new name, a starting bonus, and a rousing kick up the backside.Some got a sword, some a crown, and me . . .A potato?!How am I supposed to take over the world with this thing?System, are you sure you're so kind and wise after all?

"The most dangerous enemies are those who hide behind masks of virtue."While I continue to transform Ugryumikha from a dying village into a thriving settlement, I discover that the true threat comes not from the dark forests, but from those who call themselves healers and philanthropists. Behind the facade of charitable work lies a network of secret laboratories where human beings are turned into something monstrous. The price of standing against them grows daily. My new shop becom...

More potatoes for the Potato Lord!More workers for the potato plantations!I have mastered the Mage, resisted Temptation, and even learned to brew my own System Cider. But soon the curtain between System zones will fall.What waits behind it? People? People on boars?!

A clan of healers?! Was that even a thing?People thought we were weak and incapable of defending ourselves and our property. Those who wished to do harm swooped down on the clan like vultures.And that was a good thing! More enemies meant more harvest, and more material for my experiments.

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.

Gods entered the game world and immediately began fighting among themselves.Which one will you choose as your patroness? The Goddess of War, the Patroness of Terror, or Death herself?What a stupid question. Of course, you'll choose the one who is the most beautiful!There are plenty of tempting offers out in meatspace too.Only why does each of them reek of a trap from a mile away?Contains mature themes.

The System said: "everything the sun touches is yours!" Lord Leo's a simple guy, so he took the System's word for it.It's not for nothing that Major is running drills with the new recruits, Third is sharpening his trusty sapper shovel, and boar-riding Peter is digging the earth with a honed hoof.More enemies? More to win!

The Richter clan was getting stronger and becoming a real nuisance to a lot of people.All the spheres of influence have long been divided among aristocrats, gangsters, and corrupt officials. And now, they all wanted to destroy the upstart healers.But the real evil dwelled in the past. Max was looking for those who had tried to kill him once before.

The calm before the storm has settled over the capital. Old legends are coming to life in the city's streets.The clan of necromancers is no longer trying to hide.The time has come to show our power. Betrayal will be punished, and the rest will have a difficult choice to make.

With a decisive onslaught, the clan of necromancers is reclaiming its properties. The occupied capital is re-christened once again with its original name, Richterberg. The city is under siege, surrounded by Focus monsters and an army of enemies.But wars are fought not only with brute strength; the intellect is at least as important. Max Richter makes cause with an unexpected ally—a legend as ancient as Max himself.

After finding an abandoned, ancient fortress inside a focus, the Richters turn it into their headquarters and a training camp for their new army.It's becoming harder and harder to conceal the truth. A big war is right around the corner.