The entire world was hit by a massive news storm. The Blue Star police force that claimed to control everything had suddenly been knocked off its pedestal.
The capital had been destroyed, and even the top leaders had not escaped. Beautiful Nation's economy was nearly paralyzed, with people everywhere clamoring to flee.
A hundred U.S. dollars used to be enough for ten meals at McDonald's, but now... it could only buy a few slices of pizza.
And it plummeted in value every hour, driving the wealthy people sitting on huge piles of U.S. dollars completely insane.
Many people became paupers overnight. Their life savings, earned through half a lifetime of hard work, had gone from a small car to a little tricycle.
Beautiful Nation's dollar had previously been tied to oil and had long been used by countries around the world as an international currency. But seeing it depreciate so badly, anyone who kept holding onto it would truly be left with nothing but a pile of waste paper.
At that moment, a luxury cruise ship finally reached its destination.
Crowds of people of different skin colors stepped off the deck. Nearly all of them had brought their families with them, their eyes filled with the relief of having survived a disaster.
They were almost all civilians fleeing Beautiful Nation. With the military nearly wiped out, who would dare remain in that dangerous place?
"Oh, my God, I finally escaped that hell. I just hope I never see that terrifying monster again!"
A white man held his wife and daughter as he wept loudly. He had originally been a company manager, someone with a respectable job.
But ever since Beautiful Nation had clashed with that monster, city after city had been reduced to ruins. Even the capital had become rubble.