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Chapter 169 God Doesn't Love Japan

Fiery, grand, and dazzling.

Like an angel descended from the Kingdom of God to bring salvation to the world.

"God has blessed me!"

Blood was churning, roaring.

His neck turned red with excitement, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The Japanese emperor's voice was hoarse as he craned his neck to look up at the figure high in the sky.

The deity, with pure white angel wings, stood silently above the clouds, floating above the island.

Someone shouted "Long live!"

The Japanese people cheered and screamed.

Even the gods have appeared in Japan, and they are on their side!

A great joy filled everyone's heart, creating a happy and peaceful atmosphere.

The women were thinking about making more bullets at home to support the Showa men fighting bravely on the front lines, while the drunkards in the taverns cheered and roared, venting their excitement.

High above, Gino silently watched all of this, these mad, evil people.

Their roaring voices echoed across the island, reaching the boy's ears through the clouds.

seem,

No matter the era or the universe, those damned Japanese are equally hateful and disgusting.

There is only a 3% chance that an angel will be born on an island composed of demons.

"These damn things are disturbing my ears." Gino lowered his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"People are always willing to believe what they want to believe, singer."

He spoke to his Cybertronian support, saying, "I never imagined that the so-called gods might simply want to crush them."

The boy snapped his fingers.

In the next instant, the once clear sky turned pitch black as if covered by a curtain, and even the blazing sun was shrouded in heavenly magic.

The entire island was pitch black.

"At this moment, true beauty is about to arrive."

Gino raised his head and gazed up at the night sky, his originally azure eyes now filled with a dazzling golden light.

Blood, flesh, every cell roared and poured out angelic energy.

"Boom!"

Ancient and domineering, the heavenly magic forged by God reveals its true power on the islands of Japan.

The sky roared and the earth shook.

People who could not stand and staggered looked up in panic.

From the night sky, several scorching meteorites, almost the size of a small island, pierced through the dark clouds, their surfaces burning with crimson flames under the terrifying gravity.

The friction of the air created a thick sound barrier, and it hurtled towards the Japanese islands at a speed of thousands of meters per second.

How can one describe the feelings of the people on this island right now?

It's like riding a roller coaster; one second you're overjoyed, and the next you're replaced by despair.

The meteorite, growing ever larger in their field of vision, seemed like a harbinger of their impending death, or like a death star shining in the sky.

Despair, silence, and oppression stood in stark contrast to the previous lively and cheerful atmosphere.

Fear was written all over everyone's face.

Inside the palace, both the officials serving the Japanese emperor and the guards on duty fell silent.

However, the brief silence did not last long. Soon, shouts and cries, like the haphazard playing of an elderly Beethoven, filled the entire palace.

They couldn't understand why the so-called gods weren't on their side, why...

My thoughts abruptly ended there, as a massive, terrifying meteorite crashed to the ground, shattering the island and breaking the earth's crust.

The solid earth crumbled like paper.

Meteorite shattered rock layers,

The magma boiled, and the tsunami surged.

Countless people were unable to even utter a scream before their bones were shattered by the terrifying shockwave from the meteorite, and they were carried away into the distance like a pile of rotten flesh.

Every life is dying; no one is spared from the bombardment of meteorites that Gino constructs from outside the universe.

"Boom!"

It seemed that even God witnessed this scene, as lightning flashed across the night sky and fell.

now,

An apocalyptic scene enveloped the small island.

Inside the palace, the desperate Japanese emperor stared blankly at the tsunami sweeping in from afar, destroying houses and farmland.

He struggled to lift his head, gazing up at the figure high in the sky, his bluish-purple lips trembling, desperately reaching out as if trying to grab the so-called god and interrogate him for the truth.

The roar of the surging sea filled my ears.

But in his final moments, all he could do was tremble and desperately murmur, "God does not love Japan."

"Splash!"

The heavy seawater shattered the chest and body, burying all sins and ambitions deep within the sea.

Several meteorites completely sank the island.

Everything fell silent, except for the surging sea.

At the same time, from the moment the Japanese island was destroyed, countless hidden yet powerful gazes were simultaneously cast toward the figure on the island.

There are sorcerers from Kamar-Tage who have guarded Earth for a thousand years, kings of the Asgardian palaces beyond the Nine Realms, and purple-skinned giants standing tall with their hands behind their backs in the silent space fleet deep in the universe.

All the powerful beings who were closely watching Earth noticed the changes on Earth in an instant, and many tried to find the trace of that mysterious figure.

However, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the figure vanished as if ice and snow had melted away.

Silent and without a trace.

……

"Boom!"

The huge commotion naturally caught the eye of Zheng Xian, who was sitting cross-legged on the shore not far from the Japanese island.

"My Jade Emperor and Queen Mother of the West."

His apprentice plopped down on the beach, staring blankly at the meteorite slowly falling from the ocean. Even across the ocean, he could feel the scorching waves crashing against him.

"Gurgle."

The man swallowed hard, his expression terrified, and said, "Teacher, I believe you now."

"If that guy really wanted to kill us, he could probably do it with just a flick of his finger."

.......

Due to the limitations and lag of internet technology, the news that the islands of Japan were destroyed by several meteorites did not spread to every corner of the world.

Inside a studio apartment on a street in Brooklyn.

The small room was spotless. Steve Rogers, the short man, was wearing a clean brown suit that he usually only took out of his closet for Christmas.

On the small table were the tender steaks he had bought with the money he had earned from his part-time job that month.

Steve rubbed his hands nervously; he was excited because a mysterious VIP might visit him tonight.

Will that being come?

Or was everything he saw before just an illusion caused by a concussion after being beaten?

Just as the boy was feeling uneasy, there was a knock on the door.

"Da da da".

The slow, rhythmic sound echoed.

Each blow seemed to strike Steve's heart.

The boy excitedly stood up and ran quickly toward the door, even tripping and falling because he was running too fast.

But ignoring the pain in his knees, Steve lunged at the door and turned the handle.

As a gentle breeze blew through the corridor staircase, a pair of expensive black leather shoes came into view.

(End of this chapter)