The System descends upon another world, summoning players of the Fourth Disaster from the start.
> The terrified natives of this world discover that these creatures, who call themselves "players," fear no death and love causing trouble.
> When a demon army comes thundering in, the players excitedly set up their mana-powered barbecue grills:
> "Bring your own barbecue ingredients, beer's on the house, and we need a tank for the assault team. Wait, why are angels showing up over there too?"
> I quietly open the city-building interface: "Relax, tonight's hunt list... is still pretty long."
