If I Can’t Do It, No One Can

I just wanted to tell my neighbor to shut up.

Hi, I’m Jack Taylor, a romance author from Earth, who got snatched by the Grays when I was camping. After being rescued, I first became a merc and then a Herald, trying to prevent an invasion of the Void Feeders that intend to consume the galaxy. I’ve seen them, and I’m here to tell you—if they’re not stopped, the whole galaxy is going to die.

I’ve now been named the Final Herald, and everything is on me. The Void Feeders are pressing ever harder, and the interdimensional fabric is getting thin in a number of places. The only thing that can save the galaxy is the Forge of Aion, but it requires the combined seventeen Heralds to make it function… and guess who’s supposed to gather them all up?

I’ve only got a month to do it, too, which—at first glance—is impossible since they’re all scattered across the galaxy, and it would take longer than a month just to travel to all of them. And have I mentioned that three of the races are extinct?

But I’m now a Level Six merc now, and I’ve got a cool spaceship and a great support team. If I can’t do it, no one can…which is actually the likely outcome, and the galaxy is probably doomed. But I refuse to go down without a fight, especially since I haven’t gotten to drive a mech yet!

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