As things were turning violent and bloody in the Divine Planet, the situation on Earth also became complicated and confusing. At first, it started with a few random deaths to which the pathologists were unable to find the cause, nothing too alarming as the occurrence of such cases isn't that uncommon. However, when these mysterious and similar deaths were happening all over the globe, the humans started worrying.

The top organizations and scientists started searching for a cure or solution but to no avail… whatever was causing these deaths were untraceable and unstoppable.

At the top of the Moon, an old man who was peacefully taking a 'nap' abruptly jumped off his illusory bed and stared at the large planet not far away from him.

He frowned and scanned the space around Earth before he wiped the drool at the side of his lips and vanished from the Moon. He appeared on Earth, precisely in Paris, capital of France. He was meters away from a popular hero recognized by the whole country and currently, this individual was having difficulties breathing and the 'aura' around him was slowly dispersing as if it was being canceled.

As he witnessed this with his own eyes, Sloth's face turned extremely ugly. He teleported a few times and saw the same thing happened to multiple people, the symptoms were always the same and the victim will die within a week, if he's lucky, that is.

After confirming his suspicions, the old man retrieved a strange-looking microphone from his pocket and pressed on a large red button. When he started hearing buzzing sounds and a clear picture of a woman wearing a strange helmet appeared before his sight, Sloth snapped at her angrily.

"'Human Life Resources', what's happening?"

The woman acted like a robot, never blinking or showing any reaction. When she heard him, she gave a perfunctory answer

"Due to the protocol, I cann-"

Visibly angrier, the old man's expression became worse, he glared at the woman and vulgarly said:

"Don't fucking give me that bullshit and report what's happening, I'm in no mood for your trashy protocols."

After a short silence, in which the woman tapped on a shiny blue keyboard, she said

"The source is unknown but the B-32 virus has been unleashed. We're minimizing the damage and-"

She was interrupted again by the incensed sin:

"What 'minimizing', all I'm seeing here is people dying. In three months, the human race will go extinct on Earth! You better act quick!"

Still expressionless, she added:

"The department is trying its best. Currently, two C-2 airships have been dispatched."

The old man let out a sigh and turned off the 'microphone'. He can't do a thing on his own, after all, his responsibility is to protect Earth from foreign invaders. Dealing with a deadly virus like the B-32 is out of his expertise.

Sloth's sense stretched all corners of Earth, he inspected all the inflicted target and clicked his tongue

"Curse it! It's targeting the strong ones…"

*****

In a big luxurious room filled with all kinds of ancient antics, there was a blond young man laying on a large bed while clutching his chest and turning upside down. He was none other than Usui, the Flame Emperor and one of the first targets struck by the B-32.

Unlike others, he managed to resist it for some time due to his high stats, which took quite some time to decrease to 0. Currently, he was on death's door, barely holding his diminishing life.

A few hours of agony passed and when it was finally time for him to die, a blue light suddenly covered him, trapping his body in a block of ice and sealing off his consciousness.

Usui wasn't the only one, every human afflicted by the Virus was frozen and vanished from their residence.

This was followed by a strange and truly shocking occurrence which startled all the inhabitant of Earth.

The starry night sky and the illuminating Moon were nowhere to be seen, instead, you could see a massive airship surrounding the entirety of Earth. The planet was probably a third of this mysterious airship, which was emitting all sorts of colorful lights.

The airship was present for less than an hour before it vanished, taking with it more than 10,000 humans, most, if not all, on the brink of death.

*****

"Immediately start searching for her!"

With a stern look and authoritative voice, Isadore ordered a group of cloaked figures, all experts in scouting, gathering information and assassinations. Right now, their only mission and top priority are to locate Saly and safely bring her to the King's castle.

Without wasting any second, they bowed toward the king and vanished from his sight, melting with their surroundings.

The blond young King turned to face Wrath, whose hair was disheveled and his clothes were ragged and torn.

"You had one job."

The deadly sin raised his hands in innocence and explained himself

"What was I supposed to do? I had my hands full with Marshall Albert. Moreover, it's not like she needed my help, she was the bloody Fenrir!"

Unfazed by his explanation, Isadore crossed his arms and glared at the dark-haired man before him:

"What she is has nothing to do with the task of protecting her! If something were to happen to her, we will lose all of our credibility!"

The king coldly snorted and proceeded to ignore the haggard Wrath, who let out a sigh and fell on the sofa, physically and mentally tired.

A chubby figure entered the office and walked up to the King, fidgeting, and hesitating. Isadore glanced at his friend Christopher, who was also was one of the ministers, and said

"If you've come bearing news, good or bad, then spit it out."

The chubby man became momentarily tongue-tied as his face flushed, after a long internal bitter struggle, he finally opened his mouth

"T-the two youngsters with similar faces were spotted leaving the Cloud Sea Universe, their destination remains unknown. There's also a huge event happening…"

Isadore frowned and faced his friend, waiting for him to continue:

"The Ship of Honor is being used…"

This shocked both the King and the napping Wrath.

"Are you sure?"

Christopher repeatedly nodded his head and replied:

"Yes. It already started heading toward Heaven."

"Who's the deceased? And who's the sailor."

"T-that's…"

The minister hesitating, afraid to answer his King. Only when Isadore gave him a cold glare, ushering him to speak, did he answer:

"T-the deceased is Arthur MoonStar and the sailor is The, Th… The Nameless Knight."

Hearing this, the blond young man sucked a deep cold breath and fell on his comfortable chair, lost in a daze.

Only after a while did Isadore snap out of it and, like always, he unconsciously tapped his finger on the desk while thoroughly pondering about his choices.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he seemed to have come to a decision as he raised his head and stared back at the cowering chubby man.

"Doesn't matter, we'll proceed with the plan."

As he listened to his King, the minister was confused, unable to understand why Isadore was still supporting Arthur even after he was declared dead.

"B-but, Your Majesty, Arthur Moons-"

"Dead? Maybe… and maybe not. Either way, our 'alliance' still stands."