Frame Drops and Fallen Empires

Confined to a hospital bed with a failing body, Dalvion’s last act is booting up an experimental VR beta. Instead of a game, a cosmic identity swap goes horribly wrong: his soul is shoved into the supreme vessel of the sealed God of Ruin, while the true dark deity is trapped in the frail body of the Vaelian Emperor. Awakening in the nightmarish Weeping Steppes, the notoriously proud and prickly Dalvion is utterly unimpressed. Mistaking the grimdark, blood-soaked reality for a game with atrocious graphics and massive latency, he ignores the 'main quest' and builds a crude mud hut to test the crafting system. He has no idea this hut radiates such pure, world-shattering divine energy that Kholgath, an apocalyptic demon lord, immediately begs to become his butler just to survive the crushing aura. Meanwhile, in the corrupt Ascendancy of Vaelia, a power-hungry chancellor ruthlessly manipulates the Emperor - blissfully unaware that the weak boy is actually the screaming, impotent God of Ruin. As Dalvion treats reality-bending magical assaults as mere 'clipping issues,' how long until the Empire realizes the true Calamity is just annoyed by the framerate?