At the stretch of sea where the stone platform stood, a Giant Eye spanning a kilometer suddenly opened in the surrounding waters. At the center of its pupil, a being covered in dragon scales and dragging a long tail slowly surfaced.
The fish origin of the three surviving Plague Lords of The Vibrio Sea, who had been absorbed in research within the Deep Sea Laboratory, had appeared. It had been a thousand years since he had last risen above the surface.
He had not come because of the defeat of the former Progenitor Strain,
but because he had sensed an unusual oceanic aura—a black ocean no weaker than even him, a Plague Lord.
Staring with the fish eyes of various sizes and species scattered across his face, he watched the young man fighting four gods on the stone platform. It was unbelievable that the other party could possess such strength without obtaining "qualification." This person could no longer be judged by the Old World's system of levels.
It was not only Fish Origin.
The various Plague Lords who had arrived here rose one after another.
"Two years. Without relying on 'qualification,' he has reached the basic benchmark for a Plague Lord..."
At the same time.
Another white death mist that made everyone uncomfortable at the soul level drifted over from afar. The members of the Death Plague Knights present sensed something and stood upright one after another, looking toward the direction from which the white mist was spreading.
At a land manor across half the sea,
the Emperor, who had originally been calm and composed, suddenly rose to his feet. Entrusting everything in the manor to Envy, he immediately unfurled several-hundred-meter-wide blood-red wings and hurried to the scene.
As the white death mist spread, the Sick Ones successively made way.