Humanity has become too engrossed in virtuality, and virtuality has started to play people...
Earth pays dearly for its bills and washes itself in blood: Africa is empty, Australia is deserted. The borders of inhabited enclaves are rapidly shrinking. The world trembles under the footsteps of demons that invaded our planet from three realities—"Dumira," "Diablo," and "Heroes of Might and Magic."
What should Gleb Nazarov do? Hide in his gaming cluster, strengthening his own power and filling the treasury? Or throw everything aside and rush to help the Earthlings who are retreating before demon hordes? Ancient mobilization warehouses have already been opened; old PSHh—PPSHs are firing nonstop; and someone presses a scratched PTRD rifle butt to his shoulder and blurts: "A cartridge!"...