Before chaotic times arrived, mortals often had countless complaints.
They complained about the hardships of life, the toil of work, and the hopelessness of the future. But after the chaos began, they often had nothing left to complain about.
"As long as we can survive, who cares about all that other nonsense?"
The three layers of heaven, the mortal world, and hell had all become hell itself the moment massive cracks appeared across the world.
The most miserable of them was, in fact, the "mortal world."
The invaders from other realms that appeared in the Surface World were far weaker than those on the front lines, but within the "Peace Pasture" of the Surface World, they were Demon Kings that simply could not be resisted.
Tragedies occurred every moment, and countless lives were dying. This was the hematopoietic mechanism of the entire world. If they were completely wiped out, the collapse of both the Underground World and the Surface World would only be a matter of time.
But more directly, it had shattered this world's "cycle of souls."
"More and more newborns are appearing, so many that it's bizarre. Some of them are even born with both beastly and human natures."
The former purity of "mortals" had been disrupted. Something had gone wrong with the cycle of orcs-beasts-orcs, and even more terrifyingly, many regions of the Surface World had been completely torn open.
It was the weakest and most fragile part of the entire world. The forcibly separated three realms had cut off the ability of the other two realms to intervene. Even if reinforcements were forcibly sent down, they would be nothing more than a drop in the bucket.
The entire Surface World was burning fiercely. Its eventual destruction and transformation into a bridgehead for invading forces from other