"Come on, we've spent forever in this dump of a blackhole. Just install the Armadyka into the world and come home. What's the worst thing that can happen?", someone had said, before the Big Mistake.

Over twenty billion light years away and six centuries later, life on Earth went on as normal. The U.S. entered the Third Poverty War as the CEO of F Corp gobbled up what was left of the American continent. There were productive talks to unite the nations of Europe under Him. Most of the East went up in flame when the Jennevee Project successfully created, to the surprise of no one, a psychopath dictator. In their defense, they all loved her. Russia remained quarantined. The eradication of all bioengineered or uplifted living beings from Ajin Warlock Guild continued, mostly because they refused to be decent humans.

The stories that mattered, however, began a little while after that, when the global affairs calmed down and there was, on paper, peace. Then, the prophecy, foretold and monetized into thousands of mass-produced novels, became true. The world was turned into a game. The Interface took over.

Just as well, Danoclius (vat-grown demigod, enemy of humankind, futurely known as the Many) was about to be subjected to a fate worse than death. It was his fault, really, for many stupid things things he had done and would do.