How could they not be scared, when so many things disappeared without a trace?
Amidst their chaos, I quickly snuck onto a plane and made my escape, returning to Ha City at the beginning of March.
This time, I practically toppled the whole of Japan. Seeing the space filled to the brim with supplies, I couldn't help but smile with eyes squinting to slits.
Why be so greedy? If not because the difficult three years are coming, the more I grab, the more of our people back home I can save.
As for the damn Japan, who cares if they meet their demise? They can't reproduce anyway, so why not end it all together?
A crazy nation like theirs doesn't deserve to remain in this world at all.
Family feuds and national hatred, these are passed down through generations.
It's laughable how their descendants, instead of learning modern history, leave it to the victims to study; who can they appeal to for justice?
