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“Honor is the true measure of a man.” On this principle I built a powerful empire, united disparate lands and destroyed the greatest threat to our world. I died as a true warrior should: in battle. But instead of being granted a well-earned rest, I awoke on the border of a foreign kingdom, in the body of a noble-born outcast—with a noose around my neck.

Never mind if all that remains of my former greatness is a memory. Give me any backwater farm and I will turn it into a formidable stronghold! Give me any scruffy band of scoundrels and they will become the backbone of my new army! My experience, my knowledge and my memories remain with me.

Still, time is pressing. In the forests of this world, I encounter old foes: the same creatures that once nearly destroyed my kingdom. They have infiltrated even here. And only I, who know their nature, can stop them before it is too late. A new empire must rise, or this world will fall.

I used to be... well... nobody at all. A poor street dweller, one of the many vagrants of The Rothouse. By the standards of any ordinary, respectable citizen, I was a rat like any other, while for the bureaucrats, the merchants or, even more so, the secret-keepers, I was simply invisible—an empty space and nothing more. To hell with them all!

I could have been one of them! I had the means, I had the ambition and, most importantly, I had someone by my side, someone for whom I would have moved mountains. But someone else decided that Gray had squandered enough of their precious oxygen; that Gray had taken the final step along his path; and that was that.

It had all been for nothing! But I managed to writhe my way out of death's cold embrace and come out stronger than ever, having ignited within me the blinding white flame of witchcraft. I often recall how an old witch once told me: "He who takes what is not his will lose what is", and I have always tried to live by those words. But now? Well...

We'll soon see what's mine!

Dying at 65 as one of the world’s leading jewelers…

And waking up in the body of a 17-year-old apprentice?

Fate is a fickle mistress. My mind is an encyclopedia of 21st-century technology, and my hands remember working on the micron level… but now I’m surrounded by primitive tools and crude methodologies. The world should be my oyster, right?

Turns out it’s not that simple…

The System is here! Most of the population of the planet were suddenly turned into zombies, while the rest acquired new abilities. Abilities that let them run from the zombies, save themselves, hide, and try to survive. But it only takes one bite that almost always means death.

Our hero was standing in line when the apocalypse came. He was lucky at first to be caught in a crowd when the zombies tried to bite him on the leg. Really lucky, because those trials unlocked new abilities for him. He got to be one of the first to choose his character class. He had to do it quickly, before someone else got the best one…

Considering he was introverted, maybe even a little antisocial, the choice was easy. Master of Shadows? Nope, already taken. Okay, Master of Darkness! Also taken.

Okay, Ghost class also works. And it is a gold class, even though the bonuses you get are a little… questionable.

I have been reborn from an advanced techno-magic world into a world where magic is still in its infancy.

In this new world I have the body of a young baron and my entire worldly possessions are one village—a village surrounded by monsters and hostile aristocrats on the fringes of a young, rapidly expanding empire.

The other thing I have, though, is knowledge beyond what this world has dreamt of, and nothing will stop me from building my own magic empire!

By chance, Arnaeus finds himself trapped in a place from which there is no escape. A place with no walls, no horizon, and no hope of rescue, only an endless, all-consuming darkness.

Everyone who has fallen into this abyss before has stayed trapped there forever, losing their minds in search of a way out.

But rather than give in to despair, Arnaeus chooses a different path: the path of strength.

Because rather than searching for a way out, in this darkness he is searching to find himself. Could it be that in this endless gloom he will find what he has been looking for all along?

In my past life, I heeded the Blood Code: I rescued people, slaying monsters from the inner plane. For my trouble the Inquisition condemned me for blood lust and burned me at the stake.

And in my current life my family is dishonored in the eyes of the emperor, there’s a bounty on my head, and I’m the subject of a divine dispute. Well then, no better time than now to surprise them all. Give me but a drop of blood—and the hunter will become the prey.

I am Mikhail Komarin. The Blood of my bloodline guards my back! And I still heed the Code.

Some dream of prosperity, of living a calm and peaceful life. But not me. Having reached the pinnacles of success, I can't stop thinking about the past, about a time when any misstep could spell disaster, when I had to pay, work, and risk everything for even the slightest gain and each day was like walking a knife's edge. That's all in the past now. This peaceful, predictable, and privileged life isn't so bad. But it's boring!

Be wary of desire, lest it shape your reality. A new life will find you, and it won't be comfortable. You'll wake up in a strange place, where every day is a fight for survival and you can't rest for a minute if you want to find food and shelter. It is both a cell and a universe all to itself. The question is: will you be able to find out where you are and how to escape?

When the ark began emergency jettisoning the colonists, I got unlucky three times.

The first occurred when the runic defenses of the Kel shot down my capsule above a forbidden Circle.

The second was when it crashed next to the White Devil's tomb.

And the third time, when I climbed into a wounded noxwolf's lair and discovered Starblood.
Other Ascendants would call it good fortune, but I'll put it this way: had I left it alone, I might have remained a normal person.

And now, I'm forced to sort things out: after all, someone with a Slate, Attributes, and Runes isn't a typical colonist from Earth in a world that's far from ordinary. Especially when he has a voice in his head...

This is a spinoff of the author's earlier post apocalyptic series Project Stellar. While the original series tells the story of the survivors stuck on the disaster-ravaged planet Earth, Starblood reveals the fates of those humans who managed to escape the catastrophe into deep space in their airk ships.

Welcome to the world of the future, where technology races forward in step with time and whole countries are controlled by powerful Clans. And somewhere out there, amid the dark alleys and dead ends, lurk individuals with truly incredible abilities at their disposal.

A world where there's a place for everyone. Even a lonely executioner from Earth...