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If you would like to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), please contact [email protected]. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights. Aethon Books www.aethonbooks.com Typography, interior design by Steve Beaulieu. Print and eBook formatting by Josh Hayes. Artwork provided by Francell Garrote. Published by Aethon Books LLC. Aethon Books is not responsible for websites (or their content) that are not owned by the publisher. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead is coincidental. All rights reserved. CONTENTS Also in Series Prologue 1. Savannah 2. The Crown Hotel 3. Location, Location, Location 4. Dwarven Smith 5. Renting Property 6. Getting Paid 7. Thomas and Shae 8. Ranking Up 9. Test 10. My Turn 11. Onyx 12. Roman 13. Fast Friends 14. Debriefing 15. Materials 16. Bidding War 17. Good Will 18. Alchemy 19. Potion Testing 20. Potion of Physical Permanence 21. Rayna and Jacks 22. Construction 23. A Royal Audience 24. Home Sweet Home 25. Visitors 26. Attack 27. Somewhat of a Prince 28. Reunion 29. Zephyr’s Fury 30. Preparations 31. News from the Crown Prince 32. Golem Dungeon 33. Wind Golem 34. Earth Golem 35. Boss 36. Grind 37. Crown’s Decision 38. Edgar’s Dilemma 39. Upgrade 40. Void Farm 41. More Questions than Answers 42. Edgar’s Breakthrough 43. Return 44. Maniac 45. Alanah Swan 46. Presentation and Tiers 47. Elite Gathering 48. Gerald’s Return 49. Confrontation 50. Three Versus One 51. Reinforcements 52. Holding On 53. Solving a Problem Epilogue Derek’s Final Stats Thank you for reading Savannah Groups LitRPG ALSO IN SERIES System Change Torith Savannah Trials of Cydaria PROLOGUE FIVE YEARS AGO—KINGDOM OF INDRIA It was a normal morning for Sabrina. She woke, bathed, was dressed by her servants, and left her room to have breakfast with her father, the duke, her mother, and her younger brothers. When she arrived at the dining room, only her father was there waiting for her. She looked around and could find nobody else, not even a servant. “Father”—she bowed—“is there something wrong? Where is Mother?” Her father smiled at her. “They will join us later. There is something we must discuss first.” He snapped his fingers, and a barrier went up around them. This way, nobody would be able to listen in to their conversation. Sabrina frowned. This was weird. She had never been in a situation like this with just her and her father. It felt almost like an ambush. What was going on? What was so important that they needed a sound barrier around them? Her father let out a long sigh. “The king has sent for you.” Sabrina felt the weight of the bombshell her father had dropped on her. She had met her uncle, the king of Indria, only twice in her life, and she was much too young to remember the first time. For him to summon her out of the blue like this, she was at a loss for words. “B-but why?” she managed to squeak out. “Honestly, my daughter… I do not know. I can think of a few reasons, but I dare not speculate. He wants to see you in the Throne Room this evening. Therefore, you will be there,” her father said. “I… Very well,” Sabrina said. “Remember your etiquette. Do not speak unless spoken to,” her father cautioned. “He is your uncle, and he loves you, but he is also the ruler of the greatest kingdom on this continent. Do not embarrass him or me.” Sabrina nodded slightly. “I will do my best, Father.” Her father nodded. “Good.” He snapped his fingers once again, and the sound barrier disappeared. He clapped his hands, and their servants began bringing in their breakfast. Sabrina’s mother and brothers soon joined them. “Eat well. You have a big day ahead of you.” A big day, indeed… Sabrina thought. She did not eat well that morning. She lost her appetite the moment her father told her about the summons. Her father only met with the king, his own brother, a few times each year, and that was to report on the lands that he ruled as a duke. Sabrina had no clue what the king could want with her. She wasn’t going to take over once her father stepped down. No, that position would go to her older brother who was in the army. If it was him being summoned, she would be able to wrap her head around it, but she was non-important. As the daughter of a duke, she had more status and opportunities than most, but really, her job should be to marry into a strong family in the kingdom to strengthen the bonds between the royals and the other nobles. It was one of the reasons she focused more on her studies and propriety than her own strength. Sabrina picked through her meal. Maybe this is about marriage, she thought. I am thirty-five-years-old this year… That’s