Chapter 1: The Villainess Who Destroyed the World
Without any special events, the world was destroyed once again.
I guess sometimes it just happens like that.
You wake up, eat, go about your daily routine as usual, and then go back to sleep.
When every day is the same, you start to lose track of time.
You forget what day it is or what date it is.
For me, the end of the world and death have become routine.
So it’s only natural that I’ve lost count of how many times I've died or how many times the world has ended.
“No, wait, this time it’s a bit different.”
My eyes sting.
The sky is blood-red as if the sun's belly has been torn open and its contents spilled out.
A choking stench fills my nose.
It’s the pungent, blackened scent of burning wood, stone, flesh — everything.