666. His hero, my enemy.

The once bustling Nine Nations Conference had turned into a "tragedy," an event that inevitably claimed the headlines of major newspapers around the globe.

Newspaper boys, carrying stacks of papers thicker than their waists, shouted themselves hoarse:

[Breaking News~ Breaking News~ Heads of State Assassinated! Two Major Cities Leveled!]

[The Far Eastern Fiend Destroys the National Treasure Rakuyou Divine Axe!]

Crowds surged forward to buy the papers, which sold out in moments.

The front-page headline was plastered with countless photos, showing the devastation of the two Federation cities.

Rubble from collapsed buildings was everywhere, some had even fallen entirely, crushing half a district.

New York, in particular, was even more completely destroyed; not a single intact building could be seen, as if it had been struck by a massive earthquake.

Even the Statue of Liberty's head lay inverted on the ground, a sight both shocking and appalling.