On November 1, at midnight, a man and a woman appeared over the vast sea west of Los Santos.
They had appeared high in the air and fell hard, leaving both of them in a miserable state.
The two surfaced one after another. The woman looked around and said, "The ancient god should be nearby. The positioning error shouldn't exceed thirty hydes."
"Forget the ancient god. We're not interested in it," the man said indifferently.
In his eyes, the ancient god was merely a tool. Their target was Earth, and they had come here not to pay homage to the ancient god.
The two landed at Angel Beach and stepped onto the streets of Los Santos.
The woman looked excitedly at the nighttime view of Los Santos. "So this is the super-ancient civilization, the birthplace of humanity?"
The man stroked his chin. "All humans in the multiverse came from here. I didn't expect them to really be this weak."
From the freely indulging masses drowning themselves in pleasure at night and the lives they led, he could see the fragility of the entire human civilization at a glance.
Their bodies had no defenses whatsoever. The clothes and shoes they wore not only failed to protect them, but some even restricted their movements, making them tremendous burdens.
The woman said, "Don't underestimate this place. Countless Gods have met their downfall here. Our Asva Alchemical Kingdom missed the previous positioning, so we arrived later than the other factions."
"It's still so peaceful here, which means they've all chosen to lie low."
The man said, "Everything except the basic laws has been prohibited here. Our Alchemical Law has been disabled as well."
"This is the only universe where we can glimpse the Root Information transcending all rules..."
They closed their eyes, spread their