It was so beautiful, like a Golden Age akin to the Heavenly Kingdom.
The whole world was developing rapidly, the entire Current Circumstances growing swiftly, just like the non-existent Eden, where rivers flowed with milk and honey, trees bore figs, and water tasted as sweet as wine.
No one cared about the hidden dangers, even if someone noticed them.
Even when the actual executor, the chosen CEO, the vice CEO of the Heavenly Kingdom, gave warnings to the council of shareholders, the gods intoxicated by profit paid no heed.
Even though this intoxicating beauty was rooted in Hell, and this flower-clad era was depleting the life of the Current Circumstances.
The law of Miracle Conservation was cast aside.
No one cared how such a massive Miracle would create a hellish spectacle in the Abyss, or how the omniscient and omnipotent shell would form a vast Reflection, planting the seeds of disaster.
