Death descended with a roar, yet it didn't cause much of a ripple in the real universe. Everyone just felt a slight itch in their bodies, and that was all because the next moment, death had already "ended."
Except for the Survival Envoy, who suddenly suffered a heavy blow while handing out money!
His body was torn apart in an instant, and the array used to empty the treasury exploded with a bang, sending him flying!
The concept of survival was never meant to be fully grasped by any deity because the earliest life of the Sixth Era came from survival's malice. This concept inherently represented a form of chaos, vastly different from the conventional universe.
But the Survival Envoy was born in Deep Space, and contrary to expectations, he ended up doing something beneficial for society. Although creating him wasn't meant for this purpose, it turned out well despite the bad setup.
