Matt Knapp

It's been a little over two months Shawn lost his family to a vampire. After tracking down and killing the monster he returned home hoping for a shot at a normal life. A rider in the night brings dire news. His uncle Calvin and his entire family have vanished. Shawn takes off to find out what happened. At the house he finds a strange altar in the barn and a pile of corpses. None of which belong to Calvin or his family. After a brief investigation he learns Calvin learns his uncle had a new worker on his farm. Shawn soon learns that the stranger is part of a cult of necromancers.

The citizens of Azurvale are starting to feel the pressure. War with the Empire to the south is imminent, and there's talk of the city's adventurers being drafted into the campaign. Though this conflict seems inevitable and promises to be horrific, the common folk can do little but act like there's nothing wrong. Rather than lose sleep over something so wildly out of their control, they instead worry about tiny, personal, inconsequential issues. However, the people of Azurvale have yet to find out that their capital is already under threat.

When Dr. Louis Creed takes a new job and moves his family to the idyllic, rural town of Ludlow, Maine, this new beginning seems too good to be true. Yet despite Ludlow's tranquility, there's an undercurrent of danger that lingers...like the graveyard in the woods near the Creeds' home, where generations of children have buried their beloved pets.

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator. A man powerful enough to defy the heavens. A master of martial arts. A lord of spiritual power. Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck in his body. As Jin, I’m a man of the earth. A wielder of shovels and lord of rice and wheat. And sure, I also had to die and get pulled into another universe to end up here. But guess what? I’m starting to think it was worth it. I’ve somehow managed to get away from it all.

Shawn Crowley is on his way home after defeating the vampire who killed his family. On his way home he stops in a small town to rest his horse. But he notices the townsfolk are busy scorching the surrounding area. Millions of cicadas are swarming the town. They aren't just buzzing around lanterns or singing in the trees. They are killing people. But by dawn they're gone. But he knows the following night they'll return. Can Shawn find the reason behind the rage of these docile insects? Or will he be their next victim.

Shawn Crowley was just a teenage boy when he and his Pa went to buy cattle. What was supposed to be a routine trip becomes a life changing experience. They return home to find their family slaughtered. In the midst of their mourning the recently deceased rose as vampires.

Large chests are said to encompass all manner of hopes and dreams. Men covet them. Women envy them. But one fact holds true - everyone wants to get their hands on some big ones. The same holds true for one intrepid adventurer - a strapping young lad by the name of Himmel. Armed with his grandfather's trusty longsword and the dream of being the strongest, he sets out on the journey of a lifetime!

It wears many faces and goes by many names. Some long for it. Others try to prevent and avoid it. What is this thing you ask? Why it is the one promise and only truth in all of creation. It is the one thing that comes for us all. The bringer of absolution. A troubled youth finds it in a grave yard. While another one will find it at the hands of one he trusted. Others find it at the hands of a being not of this world yet part of the integral part of it. You may find yourself asking what is this thing?

Well, this year, after the Spring Planting season, I’m really gonna relax and put down roots. It’s the slow life for me. Sure, the talking animals and cultivators coming to live with me are a bit weird, but this year everything is gonna be basically normal. There definitely won’t be any Heavenly Tribulations, ancient formations, or cultivator issues to deal with . . .

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator. A man powerful enough to defy the heavens. A master of martial arts. A lord of spiritual power. Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck in his body. Arrogant Masters? Heavenly Tribulations? All that violence and bloodshed? Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here. Farm life sounds pretty great. Tilling a field by hand is fun when you’ve got the strength of ten men—though maybe I shouldn’t have fed those Spirit Herbs to my pet rooster.