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Cole was working a shift at the refinery when the apocalypse came a-knocking. However, Earth wasn’t destroyed — no, the apocalypse changed our world. It changed Cole, too; he became a Prodigy, a powerful cultivator.

Welcome to Dragons & Damsels! Come, come, have a seat. We have a special treat for you. Look behind me—do you see those names on the wall? Yes, I see you recognize some of them. They've given me something wondrous, wondrous indeed. Right here in this tome are tales that are meant to excite, arouse, and sate a listener's soul with action, lust, and adventure.

The Hero of Humanity—the man summoned to slay the Demon King—he went and destroyed all who wronged him, humans and gods included. At the end of his bloody campaign, he had nothing left. He retired to a humble cottage built from the divine, wood of the World Tree that he chopped down. All was well until, one day, the world shook. The Hero wanted nothing to do with it and went to sleep. The next day, he went outside and saw that his property had been transferred to yet another world.

The Hero of Humanity—the man summoned to slay the Demon King—he went and destroyed all who wronged him, humans and gods included. At the end of his bloody campaign, he had nothing left. He retired to a humble cottage built from the divine wood of the World Tree that he chopped down. All was well until one day, the world shook.

I was working a shift at the refinery when the asteroids first appeared. Before humanity could even respond, they struck and changed our world into a wasteland of ashes and dust. But they also changed me. I became a Prodigy, a powerful cultivator.

The retired hero of humanity—the man who decided to hide in his woodland cottage after his bloody business was done—has finally gained access to the dungeon beneath his cottage. Levels, gear, challenges, heart-pumping—and risk-free, non-dramatic, non-world-ending—scenarios await the hero, his devoted wolf-woman partner, his pet plant monster girl, and their cottage guests.

The Retired Hero of Humanity—the man who decided to hide in his woodland cottage after his bloody business was done—has gone on vacation at the insistence of one his house guests. A long forgotten dream stirs in his chest. Jericho wants to give a go at being a merchant and selling his wares at a seaside town's festival. He's never been a merchant before, but it always looked so fun, so why not? Giselle is happy to oblige; she just wants to see Jericho enjoy himself. Jericho is eager to see how far his woodcarving skills will take him. Will he be the king of figurines?

My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel.

When my boss, the god of Autumn, Death, and Justice, appeared out of the blue and gave me an assignment that may be filled with certain danger, an unholy artifact, and watching over three monstrous women, you bet your dead heart you better pay attention.

Low on supplies, low on ammo, and recovering from our last fight, me and my ragtag band of survivors have plenty of challenges ahead. But survival isn’t the only thing I’m concerned with; I want revenge on the man who betrayed us, and I need to stop him before he gets his hands on a mysterious new weapon.

Cole is king of the highway, a force to be reckoned with. He has strong allies, powerful companions, and he has become a mighty cultivator. Turns out, he is exactly what Earth needs. The enemies of all the free peoples are planning to strike, and if they succeed, there won’t be much left of Earth.

All I wanted was a burrito. My name is Brandon Ferryman. I went out one night to get a burrito. Who knew that such a simple thing would change my life, or end it? I woke up on the side of the road with some pumpkin-headed monster saying he was the god of death, fate, and justice. I was chosen to run a very special establishment. A place that lay between worlds. A place called the Coffin Hotel. Now I have to fight monsters, free spirits, and run a mystical hotel. I'm clearly not qualified, but when has that ever stopped anyone from doing anything.

The good. The afterlife lately has been pretty sweet for the most part. The staff has grown, and we all are getting along famously. The hotel is looking great, and the soul pennies keep flowing in, clawed hand over fist. I've been thinking about adding a new wing to the hotel and maybe purchasing those little mints you put on pillows to classy up the joint. The bad. Horrific monsters want to raid the hotel. I have pages to an unholy book that can end the world. Monstrous bikers are terrorizing the guests.