Prologue
Under a sky shrouded in pitch-black clouds, a colossus descended.
That massive form was so overwhelmingly immense it filled every onlooker with dread and awe.
Under normal circumstances, no mere mortal would have dared even think of opposing it.
“Hey! Albus! You got this, right? Go smash that thing to pieces and come back!”
Republic’s President.
“My benefactor, and my master’s savior. The fate of the continent rests in your hands.”
Empire’s Founding Emperor.
“We entrust everything we beastkin possess to our lord.”
Ruler of all beastkin, the Beast Queen.
“Only you, my husband, can do this.”
Holy Kingdom’s Saintess.
“As the King of Ten Thousand Demons, I command you—wipe it out, darling.”
Sovereign of Demons, the Demon King.
“Savior! The World Tree stands with you.”
And even the High Elf Queen.
The mightiest powers across the continent had gathered as one, all cheering me on.
If this were the climactic final battle in a novel, facing off against the ultimate boss, my heart might have swelled with emotion at the sight.
Except...
That thing’s just the admin account I used to create this game.
How the hell did a continental alliance form just to take down that one thing...?
How did things spiral this far?