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The clock is ticking, and Earth is on the verge of being swallowed by the Undead Empire. Zac has one final chance to gain the power needed to deal with the threat; the upper levels of the Tower. But even if he survives the challenges of the 81 levels, another trial await him outside. A bounty has been placed on his head by the System itself, and the young elites of the whole sector are sharpening their knives. Meanwhile, something is brewing in the Mystic Realm. An event that could change the fate of Earth.

With Light and Shadow completing the Path of Ascension, three foreign Great Powers equal to the Empire in power have declared war. Thankfully they aren't alone but with only one ally in their corner their best hope is to fight for a close loss. That is unless they can produce another miracle Ascender in time to turn the tides of war.

Ashlock wakes in the courtyard of a demonic sect... as a tree. A tree that eats people. An odd start to a new life. Almost as strange as the humans flying through the skies on flaming swords and challenging the heavens. After all, this is a world where humans could chase the goal of immortality through the art of cultivation. But Ashlock is merely a sapling in a desolate courtyard, left alone with his thoughts and unable to speak to those passing him by. Unless he does something about it.

With the announcement of the birth of a new Great Race, all major powers have stirred, seeking for its origin. Mired right in the midst of it all are Noah and his friends. Strange undercurrents permeate the kingdom of Drakonias, as the tournament progresses, and powerful figures move in shadows, all with diverse interests. Amidst all of this, Noah must rise in the tournament and achieve victory, obtaining his C rank upgrades and the ultimate reward. After all, only the victor will get to claim the Dragon’s Heart.

Fischer has everything he needs in life: blossoming friendships, a menagerie of cute animal companions, a waterfront property with easy access to fishing, and enough coffee to take out a small elephant or a really big dog. Unfortunately, Fischer can’t catch a break. Cosmic forces? Still throwing curveballs. The bigwigs in the capital? Starting to sniff around his business. Cults? Still culting. Plus, awakened beings are washing up on his shores like flotsam after a storm. And worst of all? His coffee guy ghosted him!

Brynn was the first to ever activate the world’s hidden Prestige Mode, granting powerful perks at the cost of his godhood and all memories of his past life. Now, he’s at rock bottom in a brutal world where leveling is so deadly most people never try, powerful classes evolve through corestones, and loot is awarded through system-granted achievements. Armed with nothing but a magical helmet and an empty Alchemist’s Kit left behind by his former self, the ex-paramedic must grind his way back to divinity, level-by-level. But regaining his power won’t be his greatest challenge…

Orodan was an orphaned street rat who clawed his way to the county militia with hard work. When calamitous events unfold and draw him into events bigger than himself, Orodan's battle-loving disposition leads to a warrior's death. Then he wakes up again at the start of the Cataclysm. Then again. And again. In a world of skills, titles, and blessings, a smart time-looper would perhaps scheme, plan, amass equipment, and allies. But not Orodan. If there's one thing he's good at, it's stubbornly trying the same thing over and over again via brute force till it's done.

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The War Hounds find their footing and incorporate their new members. Xautil and Bota seek to establish their own empire, dancing and bonking included. Shai'ton, Hell's Daughter and the other infernals strive to establish their control over Earth while fending off their Infernal Overlords in Tir' Na'Nog and York is the nexus where everyone's plans come to a crossroads. The Fortress has stood for eight years as a symbol that humanity will not kneel, will not lay down, they will fight. Will it fall or be the birth of a war the echoes across the cosmos.

When the party Fortune’s Folly slew a mountain-sized monstrosity of teeth and tendrils, the next obvious step was to go spelunking down its throat. When they found a foreboding portal within the corpse of said megafauna, they walked right through it. That’s just how they do things. Don’t ask questions. Level 10 has been reached. The challenges required to enter Deijin’s Descent have been conquered.

Forgotten oaths stir in blood-soaked soil as bones rise from hallowed ground. Not a lone hero reborn, but a guardian forged of countless warriors’ final breaths. A silent champion shackled to the last desperate command that ended an age: Hold the line. Protect them all.

Jessen’s deadly assassin mentor isn’t happy about what happened to his apprentice, and the Menagerie are looking rather suspicious. Their time to deal with him is running out -- and he isn’t going to be nearly as easy to deal with as any of the other threats they’ve handled thus far. But the Menagerie’s fame has started to spread beyond just the ears of their foes, and Jessen isn’t the only one at their doorstep. Everyone seems to want to claim a small piece of Milten for themselves.

It seems like a lifetime ago that Thedeim was a mortal man. After a fatal accident, he was transported to a strange realm to begin again as a living low-level dungeon. But he didn't stay small for long. With a powerful will, he built his dungeon self into a force to be reckoned with, full of minions, creepy crawlies, and a hedge maze to die for. Except Thedeim isn't a place where delvers die. He's a different, friendlier kind of dungeon, which suits both him and his many allies just fine. But being a nice dungeon means taking on some not-so-nice entities.

Those granted Fates from the Gods can become so much more than human…they are the Fated. Alastair is one such Fated. Gifted with the Crafter Class after his village is decimated, he can now create priceless enchanted gear.

Felix Nevarre, slayer of the Ravager King and destroyer of Domains, isn't going down without a fight. The Guild Tower has fallen, and Haarwatch has been split into factions vying for supremacy, and the people despair as monsters overrun the city. Bloody battle is waged through the streets, but Felix’s power has grown—his core stuffed full with the spoils of his victory—and he's looking to put it to use. When the Inquisition advances its grip on the city and waves of monsters attack, he pushes back.

A game is only a game if you can quit. This is something I learned the hard way. I just wanted to let off some steam in virtual reality and ended up getting murdered and imprisoned in the body of one of the undead - slow, clumsy, and cursed to die at the hand of other players over and over again. The only way out of this awful predicament was to find the legendary Scroll of Rebirth, but the helpless plague-ridden corpse would need to be turned into a real killing machine. If only people knew what it was like to level up a dead rogue....

There are whole anthologies of stories out there about what humankind does when a game enters their world. But what about when they're living in one where a game arrived thousands of years before? What if they're the survivors of a bloody struggle, having fought for and earned their place on the planet? Tailyn Vlashich was a young nobody far away from all those grander issues. All he cared about was one thing: making his way through a harsh world where the emperor, evil foes, and an impartial god held sway.

Felix and his allies have failed. The Hierophant has taken four Unbound, seized the Chthonic Star, and stands ready to unlock the unbreakable prison of the gods. But the battle isn’t over—not while the Fiend still draws breath.

Try as he might, Fischer still can't catch a break. Tropica's forces have just perpetrated the fantasyland equivalent of crashing the king's party, kicking over the punch bowl, and making a series of rude gestures on their way out. Unfortunately, they're about to learn firsthand that when you take a bully down to the mat, it's best to make sure they don't get back up. Because their enemies are unearthing long-forgotten powers, and if those dabbling in the resulting destructive chi succeed, they could become even more annoying than the time Corporal Claws hid all of Fischer's pants.

In a realm of epic quests and powerful gods, the tiniest Dungeon Core ever created is about to prove that size isn't everything. Armed with a mysterious System, and a handful of fiercely loyal creatures, the Core must grow, adapt, and defend itself against a world that sees it as prey.