Not My Concern

Yet not everyone could see opportunity as this ambitious man did.

Elsewhere, fear had already begun to spread.

Especially among ordinary people who had no part in the fighting, whose lives had been thrown into turmoil by the sudden news.

On the city streets, shop doors were tightly shut, and the anxiety in the air had nearly solidified.

People were heavy-hearted. Everyone quietly followed the news, worried about what changes would come next.

A middle-aged man stood before the television, his eyes hollow, as though all life had drained from him.

On the television screen, the footage flashed by: Giants falling, battles raging above the spacecraft, and heroes and powerhouses collapsing. Friend or foe, they would all drift away like dust forgotten by history.

He clenched his fists, his brows tightly furrowed, his heart filled with unease.

This world no longer seemed safe. War brought not only death, but an unknowable future.

When he opened his eyes tomorrow, would this city still be there?

Would his family and friends still be safe?

All that uncertainty filled him with deep fear. The invisible pressure was crushing him until he could barely breathe.

He lowered his head and gripped the edge of the table tightly, as if that could help him remain calm.

But no matter how he struggled, that invisible fear lingered in his heart, hanging over him like a shadow.

Yet there were also people who remained unmoved. They continued living their own lives, as if this great war had nothing to do with them.

Perhaps they had endured war for too long, or perhaps life had already taught them how to face turmoil in the outside world.

In their eyes, the world had always been like this. War, chaos, death... none of it was enough to draw their attention