Same doomsday, different way of living.
While others were still struggling, I already had a mansion and a villa, raising beauties.
While others were trying to escape from the city, I was preparing to attack the city.
The moving fortress has walls of copper and iron.
Airships form a dark curtain that blocks the sun.
Those who obey me will be well-dressed and well-fed.
Those who oppose me will be shattered into pieces.
Favor the darkness, not the Holy Mother, and create a different doomsday!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
