[Magic + Urban Fantasy + Lazy Worldbuilding]
Tokyo, this geomantically blessed place, gets more chaotic by the day.
Yet no one suspects that it will be utterly destroyed.
After all, this bustling metropolis is a mixing bowl that nobody can fully understand.
Some people claim the end has come.
But there's no need to panic. Panicking won't do any good anyway.
The apocalypse... How could something like that really happen?
Besides, nobody cares whether Tokyo blows up or not.
[The author is a novice and highly unreliable. If you spot any obvious traces of imitation, please point them out. The author sincerely believes they haven't plagiarized, but their lack of talent may have led them to unconsciously copy someone else's work and mistake it for their own.]
[The worldbuilding obviously draws heavily on other works, and I admit that upfront. The plot, however, is my own.]
