Apocalypse Redux

Once more into the fucking breach.

Isaac had long since decided that any [World Boss] battles would have to be planned as though he weren’t involved, leaving him free to not attend. He would join, obviously, but he hardly felt like having to clean up after every bad decision humanity made.

If it would lead to the end of the world, he would hardly sit idle, but otherwise, he liked his peace. Peace and home.

In exchange for terraforming Mars using Ymir’s World Item, Isaac had been granted Olympus Mons in perpetuity, along with a tax exemption and countless other exemptions.

So a large chunk of the crater had become a training arena sitting underneath an academy built into the crater wall, while he’d built a palatial home.

But he had to admit, he was getting a bit bored by now, and he did want to see what Cipactli looked like.

It was a dangerous kind of curiosity, the kind that led to children touching hot stoves and adults winning Darwin awards, but Isaac was one of the few people who could handle the consequences of sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.

… Famous last words.

At least this time around, things were happening outside the solar system altogether. In Alpha Centauri, to be exact. A trinary star system, the closest one to Earth and utterly uninhabitable, no matter what you did. Or rather, almost impossible to permanently make habitable.