Day 37 of the war.
You gradually realize that war is an unending wildfire. Once ignited, it's hard to stop the burning. "Revenge" and "Ambition" grow like thistles, only ceasing when every enemy is slaughtered, comforting the souls of the departed.
— If one day you encounter the enemy who killed your loved ones, would anyone lay down their arms for the sake of "peace"?
— If you meet a merciless mass murderer, would anyone voluntarily accept execution for the belief in "no more war"?
Because you understand these things, you know that the war can no longer be stopped.
Artillery fire rages, corpses are strewn everywhere, lives are torn apart like shredded paper, and only gunfire, roars, cries, and the wicked laughter of frauds remain on the scarred earth.
"— Now I am a hero too! I am a hero!"
"— Kill! Kill! You killed my family, and you still think of stopping the war?!"
"— The world is mine! I have turned the tables! I am no longer a vagrant, I am the king of this world!!"
