"I ask the lakeside for the springtime view, but coming back again, it's been three years. The east wind carries my boat across the lake. Willow branches brush my face." A certain fat man murmured the lines.
"What are you planning?" asked a thin figure, his build in sharp contrast to the fat man's.
"Take women? Conquer the world?"
A kick landed with a smack. "Think it over and say it again."
The view pulled back. The blood on the ground bore witness to what had happened, while the piles of bodies beside them set the scene for the apocalypse.
"Idiot. Conquer the world with me, and take women," said the thin figure, drifting forward at the head of the group.
"That actually makes a lot of sense..."
People are kind by nature, but there's no choice except to slaughter everyone under Heaven. One cigarette, one bottle of liquor, a bunch of brothers, and three thousand beauties. A long sigh: "So this is the apocalypse..." Is it the rebellion of Gaia's will, or an opportunity for a select few? The whole world levels up at once, and all races make their entrance. Who will be the last one standing...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
