"Now that it's come to this, do we really have any other choice?"
"Activate the Human Migration Plan."
"The spacecraft have limited capacity. At most, only a few million people can board them."
They continued to argue.
Some countries did not want to abandon anyone.
Others did not hesitate in the slightest, allowing only a small number of people aboard.
"Enough! If you keep arguing, humanity will be wiped out before we can even come up with a concrete plan and start implementing it. As for what comes afterward, we can discuss that once the spacecraft are built."
With current technology, spacecraft had successfully landed on the moon, but manned spaceflight technology was still far from complete. They could only send a small number of people up there.
They could not transport people in large numbers on a massive scale.
They were anxious and utterly helpless, yet the time left to them was simply far too short.
Just when everyone believed humanity was doomed to be destroyed by the Weird—
A massive phantom appeared in the sky.
Everyone looked up in terror.
That colossal being was even larger than the planet itself, floating in outer space as though a single gentle touch from It could crush the entire planet.
It freely spread open Its body.
It did not care whether this world could withstand Its form.
In any case, this world was already on the verge of collapse.
Rather than being turned into fragmented Dungeons by the Horror Game, it would be better for them to fall under Its command.
To become a world sheltered beneath the great and exalted Lord.
That was their honor.
The Mother of Birth sometimes envied these humans. Each and every one of them was incomparably foolish, weak and fragile as mayflies.
Yet they had