"Great God, supreme being, please save us poor believers. Even if you won't save me, please save my wife and daughter. They're innocent."
"Great Lord, our Father in Heaven, please forgive my sins. Please let me enter Heaven. Please grant us eternal life."
"I don't want to die yet! I still want to eat good food, keep up with my anime, and dress in women's clothes! My life has barely begun. How can it end now? No!"
"Life is short! Enjoy it while you can, everyone!"
"..."
As the glittering stars above the vast universe turned their Greed-filled gazes on every person, and the corrupting taint on Blue Star deepened, the internet filled with an atmosphere of Doomsday approaching.
Those with faith, especially the deeply devout, began praying everywhere for the gods they worshipped to descend and save them—and the world.
Shrines, temples, churches, Buddhist Temples, and Taoist Temples everywhere were packed. Believers knelt before statues of gods, pleading to be saved.
Some even promised to worship their gods faithfully for the rest of their lives if they were spared this time.
Others tried to use the despair as an excuse to indulge their urges, smashing property and stirring up chaos. But governments around the world had prepared for it and caught them red-handed, locking them all up.
If people had truly lost all hope, those preparations would never have been enough. The despair before Doomsday could crush anyone's nerves. One wrong turn, and they might lose all reason, become beasts without a shred of humanity, and give free rein to their basest urges. Even soldiers might mutiny.
But things were different now. True despair had not yet arrived. The gods had saved humanity during disaster after disaster, and the powerful had declared they would live or die alongside everyone