Three days had passed since Viola revealed her true rank to the world, and in all that time she barely stepped outside her house. A lot of people were trying to contact her but she ignored them all. She needed silence. She needed time to think.
During those three days, she did nothing but stay indoors, reviewing information, recalling memories from her previous timeline, and organizing her plans. Sheets of notes covered her desk, scribbles connecting events, names, and dates. Some pages were torn apart in frustration, others rewritten carefully. Everything she did now had to matter.
Because two years from now, the world would begin to collapse.
The gates would start opening more frequently. At first, people would think it was simply another spike in dungeon activity, something manageable. Hunters would respond as they always did, confident in their power. But the gates would not stop. They would multiply. Stronger monsters would appear and entire cities would fall.
