636 Two Choices!

As Saryantos's words settled, Orson didn't even have time to digest them before the man's expression grew solemn.

"It's precisely because we were overwhelmed that multiple chief gods joined forces to remake countless civilizations across the galaxy—putting you on the front line against the Heaven Demon."

Orson shot up from his seat, eyes locked on Saryantos, voice hoarse with disbelief.

"You mean the Infinite Dimensions project—was never just about Earth's humanity?!"

"Correct. Aside from a handful of fringe worlds the gods couldn't bother with, ten thousand worlds lie fully under divine control."

Saryantos nodded gravely.

"Put simply: uncountable adventurers from these myriad civilizations were made cannon fodder, buying time for the gods to cling to life. The ending was written from the start."

An ocean roared through Orson's mind.

His vision had been far too narrow. He'd thought Earth was the sole target.