Breaking news continued to pour in. The reports spread quickly across the globe that the great monster invasion, which nearly escalated into a second Great Cataclysm, had been swiftly resolved.0

“Ugh! Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.”0

The countless butterfly monsters displayed on the news screen were nothing but a disgrace to look at. Yuri took a long swig from the bottle in his hand, recalling the arrogant face of the Apostle of Domination. He had started with such confidence, only to fall so miserably in defeat. The only emotion visible on Yuri’s face wasn’t disappointment at his plan’s failure, only mockery at the Apostle of Domination’s demise.0

This wasn’t unexpected. After all, Yuri had made deals with numerous followers of the Outer Gods over the past few years. It was only possible because he was one of the rare humans aware of their existence—and he viewed the strange power they used, what they called “divine power,” as nothing more than a tool for barter.0

At a certain point, he had realized that their real goal was domination of the Earth itself, but that hadn’t bothered him in the least. Hadn’t humanity already been destroying Earth for thousands of years? What difference would a few aliens joining in make? This world was...1