Something strange happened, I became a delivery person, and I was reminded of orders and received bad reviews every day.
Until the S-class disaster [Scarlet Moon] enveloped the whole city, millions of people were in despair during the live broadcast.
The Secret Service's sequencers were all wiped out, and the commander shouted at the camera: "We need a miracle!"
I stopped the battery car and dialed the number that had been in the dust for three years in the ruins:
"Report, 'Zero' requests to lift the ban."
The next second, all the screens around the world froze, and only one voice resounded across the sky:
"Permission. Now, declare war on my god."
