The walls are closing in.
The more Devin Cain learns about Gaea, the more dangerous it appears. After finding a hidden shard of the broken Demigod Parfanel, Devin has become more powerful than ever-but that same power has also drawn the ire of the Demigods and the System.
He's already united humanity and won the dwergar to his side, but even an alliance of thousands won't be enough. When Devin and his friends decide to risk it all and escape Gaea's death games, they'll find themselves in a struggle unlike any they've faced before.
All help is gone. Gaea is vicious and brutal. All we can do is fend for ourselves.
There I was, thinking that things were finally going to get a little bit better. I had no idea how, but the System was on humanity's side, giving us hints and even unlocking a new all-powerful summon for me.
Nope. That System is gone now, replaced by a new one that's cold and unfeeling. And to make matters worse, the darkling are stronger than ever before.
The three princes-Nieven, Tigris, and a new monster named Mirugo-are forcing their race to march up the tower at sword point, sacrificing thousands of their own to claim new powers and rewards.
Humanity has no choice but to follow. To survive the next event, I need to climb the Tower of Oblivion as quickly as I can and get my hands on the same kind of power as the darkling.
My name is Devin Cain. Join me and my friends-human, dwergar, and now, even a lone darkling-as we do everything in our power to survive.
The apocalypse has come, and our only choice is to climb or die.
Clint Rogan and his team did it. They survived the initial hardships of Terraria One and came out much stronger than anyone would have imagined.
The human starting capital of Grimford had been rebuilt, new contestants had been trained to participate in the blood sport that entertained the Galaxy, and team Dread grew to legend status.
A new threat emerged and overshadowed everything they had worked for. It was larger than anything they could anticipate, a threat from the very ring surrounding Hadran.
Spurred by their victories and newfound foes, the team travels to Terraria Two only to be met with a less than welcoming host. While Grimford was a noob zone, Karak was a place of veteran fighters unimpressed by team Dread's accomplishments.
A lot had to be accomplished, and in a short time because there was a counter ticking away. A counter saying exactly just how few days were left before the tournament. A tournament that would decide much more than the fate of Clint's team.
I am just one of the 100,000 people taken by an unknown entity to a faraway new world. There we will have to wage war against other races, or against each other unless we can set our differences aside. Sounds easier than it is, right?
The so-called demi-gods never really made it clear why they took us to that new, fantastical world called Gaea, other than that we have to fight so Earth won't be destroyed. There we are introduced to a 'system' that gives us strange magical powers, classes, and loot. We are given the option to compete for land, build villages, battle world bosses, cooperate with or annihilate the other races. And finally, the main reason for our existence is to climb the tower so we can find out what Gaea is, who took us there, and why.
There is no going back home, but those strong enough can make this place worth living in. If only all of us could get along. Not every 'player,' as the system calls us, wants to play for the greater good of our species. There are many who want to rule over the others, but I'm not taking it. Join me and my party as we learn to navigate Gaea, where I've become a Hexmancer, a rare class that thrives on debuffing enemies, forcefully bonded to a cursed katana named Muramasa whose very reason for existing is to take lives.
The Great Ones arrived on Earth and conquered us with little bloodshed.
They collected our strongest warriors and shipped them off to a world called Hadran-a one-of-a-kind artificial planet, a cosmic gladiatorial arena where the slave races engage in blood sports for the Great Ones' entertainment. But Earth has lost the last of its real champions and now risks losing its candidate status. If that happens, it will become less than a slave colony.
Clint Rogan is a man fighting to survive in this new world. After a series of unfortunate events, he's ripped from his home, shipped off-world, and forcibly merged with a faulty symbiote. Power, speed, endurance, and the drive to kill are all at his fingertips. That is, if Sarien, his symbiote, doesn't kill him first.
Dropped into Terraria One, Clint and the other human contestants discover the human starting zone resembles the middle ages. With humanity's fate in the balance, Clint and the newcomers first need to rebuild the base, conquer the surrounding territory, and fight off alien enemies.
Can they survive long enough to give Earth a fighting chance? Or will the Battle World consume them just like the others before them?
Not everyone gets a second chance at life. I, however, kind of lucked into mine. Thrust into the body of a dying man, I fought to break free, made a few friends along the way, and started down the long and treacherous path of revenge.
But things aren't what I'd expected. Not all of the bad guys I'd set my sights on were actually bad, and the good guys . . . well, let's just say it is complicated. The emperor, in his righteous quest for true immortality and power, has sent his agents to the City of Bones. Why? Simple. The local lord, Tairon, had accumulated too much power, so it was time to clip his wings.
To replace him, they will hold a tournament. The winner takes control of the City of Bones.
I was granted the honor of starting my own sect. I've only failed at this sect leadership thing once before. What could go wrong?
Only any number of a hundred things-the monster pit just down the lake shore could explode and consume us in our sleep, a creepy band of bug-infested assassins could step out of the shadows and kill us during breakfast, or I might get a sliver while hanging a sign on the outhouse.
Mana brought me back, so it is up to me to . . . not die again.
Contains mature themes.
This is the story about how I died. Not really . . . I mean, I don't remember most of it, thank goodness. Long story short, I was betrayed. Some people I thought I could trust invaded my sky palace, stole my women, and enslaved my pet shadow hounds.
I was destroyed, utterly. Or so they thought.
Somehow, mana, the source of my previous power, brought me back. The backstabbing weasels think they are safe, barricaded in their strongholds. Here's the horrible part. They willingly sacrificed their own flesh and blood for security. And they had the nerve to call me evil?
Death wasn't all bad, I guess. It showed me what was truly important. But before I can get around to living my second life, I have some retribution to dish out.
Yes, some will call me unnatural. Others, evil. Blah blah blah.
I call myself the Manaborn.
Contains mature themes.
