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The apocalypse didn’t break Plynthia. The nobles did that long before the end came. Len and Rick survived its fall—barely. Sent into dungeon after dungeon to map, clear, and die for noble profit, they earned their stats the hard way: one scar, one kill, one body at a time. Now they’ve gone back. Not by choice. Not by magic. By system design. The cracks they remember are spreading again. Trapped on the frontlines of the Stained Mountain Range, they're under siege by mana-mutated beasts.

There he was in his sailboat in the middle of the Atlantic, all alone and loving it. Well, there was a US Navy carrier group on his southern horizon, but he was a Navy guy himself, so he didn't mind. Then came the UFOs, hurtling in from the Outer Black to overfly the carriers at Mach 17. Their impossible aerobatics were bad enough—but then they started shooting at each other, and at the Navy, with nukes. Little ones at first, but winding up with a 500 megatonner at 90 miles that fried every piece of electronics within line-of-sight.

The Apocalypse is on its way to Earth. I don't have time to care. Ironic since I have the ability to stop time, I suppose. Having escaped capture by Ivicka and her dragon, I've barely had time to get used to my new class before the rules change again. Apparently, undead catgirls here can throw bolts of lightning and levitate chunks of earth the size of my mom's old Toyota. They're not even part of the official training dungeon! Still, who hasn't had to annihilate a few undead catgirls on occasion?

One year after the cataclysmic invasions of monsters and demons against the world of the living, the forces of humanity have banded together under a united war banner as they breach the veil and begin the final strike against the unseen enemy that resides in the corrupted heavens—Tango. Following in the steps of the war hero Pilot, the denizens of the magical world begin to lay down their wands and swords in favor of guns, heavy artillery, and warships.

The war against the last bastion of humanity continues beneath the shadow of the gargantuan world tree. Monsters still rise from the brackish blackwater in droves, charging toward the final holdout fortress with claws and teeth bared. But now, the once-lone pilot from another world is no longer alone in his defense of what remains of the world tree valley—the last holdout of life on the planet. His brutal war machine has ramped up in full strength, and steel machinations are brought out to the frontlines in order to fight back against the unseen enemy power.