Among the myriad worlds of All Worlds.
An information agency named "Flying Bird Society."
The shrill sound of the alarm bell kept ringing, getting more and more urgent, until it made everyone stop what they were doing.
A series of light screens unfolded.
The president appeared on the light screen and loudly exclaimed,
"All hands on deck."
"We have just received a message that over twenty Tribulation Devils have entered a certain star system, and the Master of the Stars is ready."
"An epic battle, not seen for a long while, is about to begin."
"The current warfare is confirmed as 'Epic' level, and the intelligence on various fights within it can be sold at high prices across All Worlds for hundreds of years."
"I command—"
"Full mobilization!"
"Get your spirits up, and collect all the intelligence on this fight with all your might!"
"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison.
...
The galaxy.
Within a world.
The city.
