Humanity got carried away with virtuality, and virtuality started playing people… Earth pays dearly for its bills and washes itself generously in blood—Africa is empty, Australia is deserted. The borders of inhabited enclaves are shrinking rapidly. The world trembles under the footsteps of demons that invaded our planet from three realities—«Doomrima», «Diablo», and «Heroes of Might and Magic».
What should Gleb Nazarov do? Hide in his game cluster, strengthening his own power and filling the treasury? Or throw everything aside and rush to help the Earthlings retreating before hordes of demons? The ancient mobilization storehouses have already been opened—ancient PPShs are spitting out rounds, and someone presses a scratched PTR rifle butt to his shoulder and is hoarsely yelling: «Ammo!»…