Humanity Is Foam

The Eastern Hemisphere was bright as day. A terrifying figure appeared above the heavens, scaring people half to death. How could anyone still sleep? More and more people woke up. Too afraid to remain at home, they dragged their families out into the streets in utter panic.

Looking up at the monster beyond the sky, they could hear their own hearts pounding wildly.

Terror was the only emotion they could feel.

The colossal being had nine thousand arms and a body like a wheel. Dark red and sickly green intertwined across it—an energy storm spinning at high speed, churning all manner of high-energy matter.

Its crystal head resembled an afro, and its immense bulk pressed down upon the atmosphere as it looked upon countless ant-like lives.

"Humanity is finished!"

That was the first despairing thought to arise in the minds of people across more than half the planet.

The mere sight of Ou Ran Qi Guai filled countless people with suffocating terror. No one believed their civilization could resist such a monster.

It was only natural to think so, because the creature was simply too huge. To it, Earth was like a fish tank in a giant's hand. It peered through the atmosphere at them like a god.

All of humanity's creations were meaningless before such a scale.

In the past, people's most intuitive sense of enormous cosmic objects came from comparison. From humans to mountains, then to the sun, moon, and stars, the scale climbed step by step. Yet most of it remained in the realm of imagination, a way to grasp what a sun 1.39 million kilometers in diameter actually meant.

Familiar things such as the Statue of Liberty and Mount Everest were often included in those comparisons. People always needed something familiar nearby to better put themselves