Humanity: This Homeland, Better Off Without It

"What?!"

"'Seven-Headed Evil Dragon' Tathamet—"

"So the Dark Half-Plane really has gone wrong after all!"

At the Island Nation's notification, an emergency video conference of the United Nations was convened.

After listening to Director Takeya, the national leaders attending via video all cried out, their expressions twisted in pained misery, mixed with a hint of self-abandonment.

They were exhausted. Let the world end already!

Even bathing in hellish lava would be better than living in constant dread like this.

This was not just bravado. The powerful figures of this era were all superhumans. Even if their strength was nothing remarkable, they still trained diligently in their daily lives.

Injuries might not have been commonplace, but neither would they cry out over every little ache. Physical torment ultimately paled in comparison to mental anguish.

That was also why, among the Three Prime Evils and Four Demon Kings of the Diablo Plane, Duriel, the "Lord of Pain," was the weakest. Besides, death had always been the greatest hardship—but conversely, once one knew death was not the end, it no longer seemed quite so frightening.

After all, given the strength and mental fortitude of these national leaders, they all believed that even if they reached Yellow Springs, hell, or the underworld, they would still retain their sense of self.

"Everyone,"

A world-ending crisis was nothing more than routine to Director Takeya by now.

"You cannot only think the 'Half-Plane' is wonderful when you are reaping benefits from it."

After speaking calmly, the director's gaze swept across the screens before him. That was right—the Island Nation's prime minister was "indisposed," so Director Takeya was chairing the meeting.

"The runes and magic of the Diablo Plane—you have all gained something from them. You should also have made preparations for the current crisis."

The leaders of