God of Electronic Warfare

There was a mighty power on the continent. No, one might say the continent itself was that great power.

Though it exaggerated and boasted a little, it was a mighty nation that proclaimed itself to have ten thousand years of history.

It had stumbled more than a few times, but with its overwhelming size and population, it was a sleeping lion poised for explosive growth.

But the lion never woke from its slumber. It was slaughtered.

The Cataclysm.

Humanity's worst disaster, which heralded the dawn of the twenty-first century, struck the great power just as it had everywhere else.

Gates sprang up everywhere. Back then, the Hunters who could stand against them were still unorganized.

Most nations couldn't cope with the Gates. Countless stretches of land were contaminated by mana, while cities were destroyed by monsters pouring out of Dungeon Breaks.

If that had been all...

It might have been able to hold out somehow through sheer size...