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?
How will she use her newly acquired beauty during the apocalyptic period?
Facing her peril under the jaws of infected beasts and walking deads, Axia finds herself being tossed back before the apocalyptic period inside a body that wasn't of her own.
What's more, it was a body with a complicated origin, and worse, it was right on the clock to undergo plastic surgery!
"P-Plastic surgery? Me?!"
Bullshit, you've got to be kidding her, right?
But as the surgeon's scalpel danced with precision carving around her face, the lass who had thought she ended up in another world was oblivious to what was happening beyond the walls of the operating room.
