
eBook by Burt Wrenlaw
Justin Thyme is not a good man, nor one destined for glory. He was meant to die in obscurity — just another level 82 Templar about to be chewed up by a horde of monstrosities clawing at humanity's last enclave. One short conversation with a time-splitting eldritch horror later, and he finds himself flung five years into the past, right when Earth was first chosen to host the 9,947th Gladiatorial Games. Justin must help save the world from crumbling under the twin pressures of monsters and murderers. But standing out too much risks drawing the attention of the other eldritch horrors watching Earth's struggles for sport. It's all about making the right connections, sowing hope, and exploiting the System with his borrowed ability to tweak time.

Justin Thyme is not a good man, nor one destined for glory. He was meant to die in obscurity — just another level 82 Templar about to be chewed up by a horde of monstrosities clawing at humanity's last enclave. One short conversation with a time-splitting monstrosity later, and Justin finds himself flung five years into the past — right when Earth was first chosen to host the 9,947th Gladiatorial Games. Justin must help save the world from crumbling under the twin pressures of monsters and murderers. He can't stand out too much, lest he draw the attention of the eldritch horrors watching for sport. It's all about making the right connections, sowing hope, and exploiting the System with his borrowed ability to tweak time.

Justin Thyme is trying to be a better man, using his expanded powers to give humanity a fighting chance in the Pan-Universal Gladiatorial Games. Earth looks like it might even have a real shot — until someone starts working from the shadows to tear down everything he's been building. From strangely overgeared assassins to suspiciously-timed accusations, Justin finds that a sharp sword and a thick shield won't be enough when playing in the big leagues. He'll need help from some pretty unsavory sources, and face a hard question: will he stand by his morals, or decide no compromise is too great when time-bending exploits aren't enough to save the day?