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I led a quiet life, peacefully ruling the underworld until that mother of *** showed up with her people and angels. They destroyed everything I'd built with so much effort and nearly killed me. But I managed to return! Wait . . . My only disciple and candidate for a new body is a sick kid who's about to die? Are you serious?!

Fish, how dare you try to bite off my . . . ahem . . . ever mind what! You even took a chunk out of my friend! But that's fine. Where others give up, the God of Death finds opportunity and grows stronger! There are many trials ahead of me. Especially the ones with Reyna's church. But I am a...

What do you do if the system throws you another curveball? That's right—you knock it out of the damn park!...

Sharp teeth, hair trailing all the way to the floor, nails as long as daggers, a lean, elegant body . . . A beauty, right? Not really! I'll curse that prince, I swear by myself, I'll curse the bastard! But let him live for now. Then the heavens started cracking. It was an invasion, may Reyna be...

A deserted island? Freezing cold that makes us shiver—and inadequate magic? You'd think it couldn't get any worse, right? Ha! Ha! Ha! Karma and Fate, those two old hags, have cooked up plenty of "fun" adventures for me. New minions, new powers, and of course—new problems. Because when have I...

What's that, bald monkey? Think everything's dandy because you've got a few missions under your belt and made a bit of a name for yourself on that backward planet of yours? Ha! Think again! I bet you'll be singing a different tune after you've been offered a personal assignment. You'll be a superstar rolling in credits if you succeed, but if you mess it up, you could lose everything. I'm talking "Legionnaire-career-over" kind of everything.

Hey there, Caesar! I have to hand it to you—you're more than just a bald monkey now. You're a Legionnaire! Think you can do whatever you like just cause you got yourself a medal? Well, you're right! An achievement like that's gonna open so many doors for you! My very first Legionnaire's an intergalactic superstar in the making...I'm so happy I could squeal! But we can't let even a second go to waste—we've got a mission right here on planet....

Tensions are running high in the Spacetime Ocean. A single spark could lead to war. But it's nothing Sergey can't handle . . . right?

Greetings, bald monkey! What's with you? Surprised to see an alien? Ha! Believe me, you're better off with me than the Swarm that Swallows Systems. It'll be here in ten years or so, and then you'll all be done for. Just so you know. What's that? You want to live? Then you best join the Legion! The Legion's your chance to earn money! And money's your ticket to survival. Oh, and don't breathe a word about the Legion to anyone. Nobody would believe you anyway.

Get this: you wake up in the hospital. You're not feeling so hot—to put it mildly—and also, you're surrounded by hordes of zombies! After trying to run away, you eventually find a map of the building, but guess what? It's in French! Why? 'Cuz you're in France! You've got nothing on you but a baseball bat, and the zombies are just one step away from biting you on your bare backside. But don't worry, there's still hope, because you've got your own personal shelter in spacetime.

People awake in a strange place with no idea of who or where they are. There is only a bizarre message carved into a metal obelisk and the growing awareness that every single living creature in this new world is a deadly threat. Even a seemingly cute and fluffy bunny has a taste for human flesh . . .What are they to do? How will they survive? How do they stay sane?

It all looks bad. While I was resting in the oblivion, the world had changed significantly. I’m going to keep quiet about Reyna, because there are no decent words that can describe what she had done. And all these mortals…they always have problems, and now I, Gauss—God of Death—must make money to pay debts. But at least I have my zombies, who don’t need to be paid!

Who's a genius? I'm a genius! Zombie workers are the perfect employees. They don't rest, they don't eat, and they don't complain. Business is booming! But...according to the law of karma, if you gain a little, you lose a little. Problems! I'm talking about problems. They're raining down on me, but I never saw what happened coming. How could it be?!

To save the shelter, Sergey travels to an unknown planet that has suffered the same fate as Earth. But things don't exactly go according to plan . . . and the situation on Earth has gone from bad to worse!

The village continues to grow and develop, but this harsh world will never leave its residents alone. Anyone who stops developing is bound to perish. New, even more dangerous opponents await, but so do new opportunities.

Since time immemorial, stability reigned in the Spacetime Ocean. Then Sergey showed up....

It turns out that this world is far from simple. The sharp-toothed rabbits around the village were thought to be the greatest enemy at first. But then came the squirrels . . . The humans dealt with them too and things seemed to be going well until—surprise!—the wolves appeared. As enemies grow in number, there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel. Another sapient race!

Sergey just can't catch a break! His enemies keep getting smarter and smarter. Remember the brain-dead zombies he used to fight? Man, those were the days.

Why does everything have to be so complicated? How's a guy supposed to run a spacetime shelter, save everybody, and still loot everything that isn't nailed down? And, most importantly, will Sergey ever make it to Berlin? There's only one way to find out!

Well, if it isn't my favorite bald monkey, my most intrepid Legionnaire—Caesar! Ha, I see you've got yourself into a pickle as usual. What's that? You say you've had enough of thugs, nobles, and laws? Then why not take your mind off things with a little mission and earn us both some credits...