Everything seemed to be moving toward universal harmony.
Now, the people of the God Realm appeared to have a single goal: to grow stronger.
That's right.
All conflicts and grudges vanished, as though everyone had come to a unanimous agreement that strength was the only pursuit left.
The neighbor next door had a breakthrough after entering a secret realm?
Impossible to accept—tomorrow, the whole family must go try their luck.
Someone else's child advanced in rank?
Then today, their own child must advance too!
If everyone else was progressing and one stayed in place, wouldn't that be the same as falling behind?
Everything was flourishing; everything was improving.
But only a select few knew that beneath this prosperity lay countless risks and dangers.
"So… you're saying that only a small portion of people will survive the Apocalypse?" Rose asked, her tone filled with disbelief.
