Power, order, law—everything collapsed in an instant. The death toll is counted in billions. From the hellish abyss, monsters emerged and swept across all of humanity like a lethal rake. Though I’m getting ahead of myself… Probably, we should start over. Let me introduce myself: Andrey Frolov. A year and a half ago, I was a successful office plankton. Then—on the run from the law, driven by a thirst for revenge as a disabled homeless man. And now I’m, like everyone else, one of the candidates for the Arena selection. By sheer chance, I learned that we need to identify 947 of the best fighters, and then, as one friendly crowd, trample the enemy. Simple, right? Not so fast! Warriors will come against us—hardened by endless battles and having taken part in thousands of fights. They are ancient, wise creatures who know no mercy. The enemy is smart, the enemy is cunning, the enemy is strong. And yes: we—the cowardly ones who don’t understand anything—are the ones who go against them. Do we even have a chance? Not even remotely funny. But we have no choice—the fate of three hundred worlds is at stake.