The Gods Invade: Everyone Pretends to Be a Higher Race

“Save the world? Me?” Behind the scenes, I'm mysterious and powerful. In public, I'm just a talking mutt. For a behind-the-scenes big shot, I'm doing worse than anyone... But when I see the Shock, Fear, Terror, Supernatural, and Salvation points still pouring in, maybe... I should trigger a spiritual qi revival and try saving the world. On days one, three, and five, I pose as an angel, talk to the gods, and build shelters. On days two, four, and six, I disguise myself as a demon from the abyss and tear open the abyss to let it descend. 【That's the silly version】 Official Version Nightmares descend as the dark frontier spreads over the land. Something in the void is always pressing down on him. He thinks he is afraid, but all he can see in his eyes is fury, a blazing fire burning deep within. Why have people given up... Why have they stopped fighting back... The things people once cherished most are slowly being cast aside... Can everything people fought to build really be destroyed so easily... Yes, he is afraid. Not of the grotesque, twisted monsters. But of the growing panic as time passes and his fellow humans disappear... What if he becomes the last person in the world still willing to resist? The last clear-minded survivor, facing these monsters alone? Resentment spreads through his heart. Why are humans so weak? Why should humanity lose? If I can rewrite all this, I will tear open a path. I will let the human flame spread and devour every invading god. I will make sure that flame never goes out. All I ask is for peace and warmth in this home of ours. All I ask is for human civilization to grow slowly through the long river of time, just as it always has... This wish is not difficult.