My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

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If an ordinary person has even one of these things, they're already incredibly lucky, like visiting their ancestors' graves and burning incense.

But now, it all belongs to one man, and in public at that.

Those around them were surprised by the combination of one man and two women.

Although it's no secret that wealthy Japanese men have multiple wives and concubines, the fact that he could bring two women out at the same time without them fighting shows that this man is definitely not a rich fool.

He must possess a unique charm that makes these two beauties willingly become members of his harem.

The man, despite being watched by those around him, showed no discomfort whatsoever. On the contrary, he embraced one woman in each arm, fully enjoying the different sensations from his hands.

Just then.

boom!!

A deafening sound came from not far away, like a clap of thunder or an explosion during a demolition.

Hisayo Mirai, the girl from the demure family, took the opportunity to lean on the man's shoulder in fright, saying worriedly, "Hiro-kun, that was scary! Why did you make such a loud noise? I hope nothing dangerous happened!"

She is a sophomore at Hokkaido University and is recognized as one of the school's four most beautiful girls.

When I entered university as a freshman, I met Hiroshi Matsusumi, who was invited to the graduation event. I was attracted by his free and unrestrained temperament and then fell deeply in love with him.

Through subsequent interactions, she learned that Matsuhiro was the only son of Matsuhiro, the president of Sapporo's largest construction company. He had only graduated from university two years ago and had already achieved great success at a young age, and was already engaged.

Even so, Hisayo Mirai did not give up.

Although she was born into an ordinary family and had no particularly outstanding abilities, as a woman, her beauty was a passport to the top of society.

She seized this opportunity and successfully pursued Matsumoto Hiroshi, and is now pregnant with his child.

And Matsusumi Hiroshi did not disappoint her, bravely taking responsibility and choosing a happy ending where the three of them lived together.

Matsumoto Hiroshi replied gently, "Don't worry, it's probably just firecrackers going off somewhere."

"Yes, I feel at ease with Hiro-kun by my side. I believe that even if we encounter danger, Hiro-kun will protect me!" Hisayo Mirai said coquettishly.

"Of course."

The aloof beauty next to her, namely Yumi, said with dissatisfaction, "You're just spoiling her. You'll end up raising a spoiled princess."

Matsuzumi Hiroshi tightened his grip on Hiyomi's waist slightly: "What are you saying? I've always treated you all the same. If you don't believe me, Yumi-chan, you can come and snuggle in my arms, and I'll do it!"

"Hmph, then forget it." Yumi has a strong personality and can't be as coy as Mirai Hisayo.

Boom—!!

Several more loud booms followed, growing louder and louder, even faintly mixed with the heart-wrenching cries of people.

Yumi frowned and said, "Hiroshi, something really seems wrong!"

She's no mere pretty face; she's a high-achieving graduate with double master's degrees in economics and law from America HF. After returning to Japan, she opened her own law firm, which is very successful. She's a prominent figure in the upper echelons of Sapporo, which is why she was able to get engaged to Matsuzue Hiroshi.

"It should be fine, this is Sapporo, maybe they just dug up a natural gas pipeline during construction."

He took out his phone, glanced at it, and then said, "Hey, the cell phone signal hasn't been restored yet, I can't connect to the internet."

And just then...

Buzzing—!

The deafening rumble in the sky was the sound of air rubbing against the fighter jet's fuselage, creating a huge roar and a whooshing sound as the air was squeezed and vibrated.

It was huge and thick, as if it were about to tear the sky apart, or like a continuous rumble of thunder from the heavens.

People in the square looked up and saw a formation of eight F-35 fighter jets flying high in the sky.

These people did not realize what it meant for eight fighter jets to be deployed together.

However, Yumi recognized that the number of troops and their orderly arrangement indicated a battle formation.

"Hiro, something's wrong! There's danger here, we have to leave immediately!" She grabbed Matsuhiro's hand, trying to get them away.

"Yumi, what do you know?"

Matsusumi Hiroshi and Hisayo Mirai both looked at her with suspicion.

"This formation is America's combat array. If I'm not mistaken, the explosions just now must have been from a firefight!"

"A firefight?! That's impossible. This is Sapporo, who can America's air force fight against?" Matsumoto Hiroshi was a little incredulous.

"Bo Jun, I wouldn't joke about something like this, let's hurry—"

She wanted to speak more, but she couldn't utter a word.

Therefore, she no longer needs to say anything.

The eight fighter jets actually launched missiles directly. The engines at the tail of the missiles ran at extremely high speeds, spewing out high-speed gas and producing a huge, sharp noise that directly drowned out the roar of the fighter jets.

The missile's trajectory left a long white trail, like a spear piercing the ground.

The missile's target was the street directly opposite the square, a place lined with shops and buildings, and bustling with pedestrians...

boom--!!

With a deafening roar, thick smoke billowed into the air like a sandstorm, and scarlet flames shot straight into the sky, turning the entire sky an ominous dark red.

The missiles on the America fighter jet are very powerful, seemingly designed specifically for buildings, and a single shot is enough to turn a building into ruins.

Now, each of the eight fighter jets fired two missiles, a total of sixteen missiles, completely turning that prosperous and bustling neighborhood into a burning ruin.

Shells continued to fall from the sky, and the deafening explosions echoed continuously. Entire buildings collapsed one after another, and shattered reinforced concrete rained down like a meteor shower.

The thick black smoke from the fire rose hundreds of meters into the sky, raising the temperature by several degrees. The air was filled with the smell of burning buildings and the acrid smell of flames.

The massive shockwave directly whipped up a gust of wind that howled past, scattering the snowflakes from the Christmas tree in the center of the square and revealing its deep green needles.

The couples in the square were so shocked by the noise that their ears rang, and their heads felt like they were filled with lead, making them extremely sluggish.

The initial moment was terrifying.

The next instant, the survivors across the street, clutching their wounds and bleeding, frantically fled towards the square.

However, there is a sturdy two-meter-high guardrail in the middle of the road, which usually serves to separate the left and right lanes.

Now, however, it has become an obstacle preventing people from escaping. The fence is very sturdy, and people cannot push it open; they can only climb over it.

At this point, they no longer cared about their so-called dates or their partners. Each of them was doing their own thing, frantically climbing over the barriers. What should have been an easy obstacle for two people working together had now become a barrier for nine out of ten people.

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The people in the square were not affected because they were far away; they just watched quietly.

They were completely stunned, their brains temporarily losing the ability to control their actions. They stood there motionless like wooden statues, staring blankly at the survivors.

They couldn't understand why America's fighter jets would attack Sapporo.

Aren't we all family?

Just then.

Across the street, amidst the burning ruins, a building began to collapse. A figure shot up from the roof of the collapsing building, arcing high into the air, before crashing steadily onto the Christmas tree with a loud "thud!" breaking it in half.

Amidst the chaos, a disheveled person emerged, leaving footprints one by one, drawing surprised glances from the surrounding couples.

This man was Kouta. Most of his clothes were burned away, leaving only one pair of pants, and his hair was a mess.

But his eyes were incredibly cold, brimming with anger and murderous intent.

He's still too weak.

These missiles, artillery shells, rockets... all come from tens of kilometers away. They don't have the power to destroy the earth with a single blow. Faced with the ultra-long-range strikes of these modern armies, he is just a moving target.

Wrong!

I feel so frustrated!

Before he could even catch his breath.

Bang!

A shell landed beside him, and he immediately crossed his arms in front of his chest, circulating his strength throughout his body.

With a loud bang, the shockwave from the explosion acted like an invisible wall, knocking him back four or five meters.

The attack was far enough away that he didn't need to dodge it.

But the ordinary people around them were in a terrible situation.

The shrapnel from the exploding shells sliced through the surrounding people like a sharp scythe.

Within a ten-meter radius, the ground was littered with corpses and flesh, and crimson blood was splattered everywhere, splashing onto the pristine white snow and staining the ground a deep red, like blooming red roses, dazzling and alluring.

Those further away were only affected by the blast; some lost both legs and lay on the ground screaming in pain; some had their eyes injured by shards, vitreous humor flowing out, leaving them blind and crying out; others only suffered internal organ damage, which, although painful, was not outwardly visible...

Except for Miku Kuyo.

At this moment, she fell to the ground, clutching her protruding lower abdomen in pain, and wailing.

"Ouch—! It hurts! Bo-kun, my stomach hurts so much!"

Himeko looked at Hisayo Mirai; her skirt was already stained with blood, and more and more dark red blood was flowing out...

She knew that Hisayo Mirai's child was gone, and she felt a little sad, but at the same time, she was also secretly pleased.

However, Matsuzue Hiroshi had no time to attend to Hisayo Mirai.

He had lost four fingers, his palm was mangled, and clutching his rotting hand, he roared in agony, "Ah—!!"

"It hurts!"

'it hurts!'

'It really hurts!!'

'So this is what it feels like to lose your hand?'

What's wrong with this world?