Though the Confederation of Worlds didn't know it yet, but the degenerate and hedonistic lives which they all lived would soon be coming to a complete and total end. Standing on Earth in a city that was located in what was once Germany centuries ago was a man who appeared to be in his thirties.
He did not dress like the majority of people in these worlds; he had neither vibrant hair colors, nor an array of piercing and cybernetics. Instead, he looked rather normal, or as normal as a human in this era could be.
His skin was brown, but not exceptionally dark and his hair was black as oil, but straight enough to slick back. For years, this man had been stationed in the Confederation of Human Worlds, waiting for the day on which the invasion would finally arrive.
