Doomsday Beauty: Apocalypse Descended After My Plastic Surgery

In any era or dynasty, the fall of a nation is often associated with beauty. 

But what if—well, just what if...? 

For some peculiar reason, the fall of the entire world ensued right after a certain girl's face alteration.

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With every cut and stitch, I thought I was reclaiming my narrative. But as the surgeon's scalpel danced with precision, I was oblivious. 

The outside world had begun to spiral into an unrecognizable nightmare.

When I emerged—swathed in bandages and a fragile veneer of confidence—an unprecedented calamity had already arrived.

Society's threads unraveled, but I was cocooned in my newfound beauty, blissfully unaware of the horrors awaiting me. 

As I stumbled into a world that had changed forever, I soon discovered that in this new reality and grim truth—

Survival would demand more than just looks. 

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