I had yet to meet the Merova leader named Barrian. Other than the information extracted from Pandora's Memory Bank showing that he was an Old Man who looked as vigorous as Tula Zo, I knew little about this greatest traitor and paranoid in history. No one knew his current state of mind, nor did anyone know how furiously this traitor would rage when faced with a rebellion himself. Barrian had now completely withdrawn from public view. Intelligence showed that since the Empire Army appeared, he had never left his palace. From beginning to end, he had hidden in a secret location, remotely directing this catastrophic war. Even when the cross-world slave riots began to strike at Merrowa's military-industrial foundation, he had issued only three cold, brief suppression orders. I guessed that this secretive, mysterious way of operating might be Barrian concealing his panic. He needed his mysterious whereabouts and occasional short, direct commands to maintain his image of calm, unquestionable authority. But now I was very curious: after that bizarre plague broke out on God's Kingdom, was Barrian still keeping his cool?
This plague was bizarre. It erupted without warning, and the Merova People had no way to explain its origin, method of transmission, or underlying principles. Even in the eyes of conventional medical experts, the infections occurring on God's Kingdom could not be called a disease at all. Its symptoms began to emerge on the third day of the slave uprising and spread across the entire planet of "God's Kingdom" within twenty-four hours. Merova medical experts guessed that this "disease" might have been lying dormant on the planet for days, perhaps even appearing alongside the Empire Army. Otherwise, they could not explain how a disease could appear in every corner of a planet at the same time. They called