Meanwhile, back on Earth, while L.F.T.O scrambled to unite JohnWillStab and Arthur continued thinking JohnWillSmart was on his side, trouble was brewing back home.

Outside JohnWillStab's house on Earth stood the two groups of people, or rather one group and one individual, it's been two weeks since people were isekaid, there wasn't even a trace of the black vans that caused everyone so much trouble.

John's phallic friend was still somewhere in the world, carried by a bird.

It was dark, the middle of the night but the streets were disturbingly quiet.

In a strange way, John's disappearance had a big impact on the area, he wasn't important per se but he served as something of a mascot for the criminal neighbourhood.

"So you're the bastard who called us out, eh?" demanded the leader of the delinquents.

He marched right up to the person who called them out here only hours earlier.

"What the fuck do you want!?" he demanded.

The man looked frail and pale-skinned, he wore a white hoodie, white shirt, white trousers, white shoes.

He had white hair, white eyes.

This person's presence seemed otherworldly.

"Just clearing up loose ends..." shrugged the man as in his hand appeared a ball of light.

It shifted form to that of a bow that he fired impossibly quickly.

Before anyone could tell, he skewered the delinquent leader with the arrow, sending him flying through the neighbourhood and several buildings before finally landing and being pinned to a tree, mangled and bloodied.

The others could only gasp in shock.

The man turned to them with a wide, inhuman smile.

"Rejoice, mortals, for tonight you die at the hands of an Angel!" he exclaimed as behind him appeared the trademark wings of an angel, made from what looked like glowing feathers, each wing longer than a car.

An unnatural glow came from all around him.

One of the delinquents whipped out a pistol and shot at the angel, the bullet turning into a flower before hitting him.

A few more delinquents did the same thing, unloading magazine after magazine into the angel, each bullet became a flower of some sort.

After a solid minute of bullet fire, the world once again became silent.

"A-choo!" the Angel sneezed before rubbing his nose.

"S-sorry, allergies, too much pollen!" he laughed.

He lifted his hand and drew back his bow before firing a dozen shots in a fraction of a second, annihilating all the delinquents.

Once again the world became silent.

Another white figure appeared from the corner of the angel's view.

"Gabriel," said the other figure in an exhausted tone, they wore a white suit but seemed just as out-of-place as the hoodie-wearing man.

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"What?" asked the hoodie-angel.

"You were meant to erase them discretely... There can't be any track left by the escapees..." Michael, the suit-angel replied fixing his glasses.

Gabriel made the bow in his hand disappear as he let out a sigh.

"Why don't we just nuke this town?" he asked.

"...are you aware how much attention a nuke will get us!? We need to cover up the escapees' tracks, then drag them back here!" Michael exclaimed.

Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Then let's just level the world, they'll respawn soon enough..." Gabriel sighed.

"You lack of class disturbs me..." Michael replied pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We're above brute force, that's why we'll only interfere when necessary... this is one of those times..." Michael sighed.

Gabriel reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled out a packet of chewing gum.

"...what are you doing?" asked Michael seeing a divine being chewing some cheap gum.

"Chewing gum helps with hay fever..." Gabriel replied.

Michael let out a sigh.

"You're an embarrassment to all angels..." sighed the suit angel as he retreated back into the invisible doorway.

"Hold on, I'm coming too!" Gabriel said sniffing heavily as he rushed towards the invisible door.

Michael sighed.

"Fine, hurry up..."

They left the scene, the neighbourhood bathed in blood.

This almost concluded the cleansing of those in some degree aware of the isekaing.

And the next part of the plan is to drag back those who made it out of the "Earth" world.

Meanwhile, back in the isekai-land...

"I've finally come up with a plan!" exclaimed JohnWillSmart.

He was holding a rolled-up piece of paper with a plan on it.

"We'll attack the jGurdian base, take out Curstl and then I'll help everyone take down Arthur and the rest!" John thought.

"Cool..." Marble said paying little attention to him.

"You could at least pretend to be interested..." he sighed.

They were on the bottom floor of the coral palace.

"Yeah, I'm just here to destroy the world so..." she shrugged.

JohnWillSmart crossed his arms.

"Another nihilist... can I meet ONE person with a shred of positivity!?" thought John forcing a smile.

The room they were in was a workshop operated by Marble, the team's engineer.

There was a massive (water proof) furnace standing against one wall of the room, there were dozens of shelves and cupboards lining the walls, they contained minerals and tools needed for an engineer like Marble.

She was hammering a plate of red-hot metal flat while John continued talking.

"So, I was thinking... you're an inverter, right? Why would you want to destroy the world?" he asked.

"Eh?" she turned to face him and crossed her arms.

"Having some sort of second-thoughts on the world-destruction plan?" she asked.

"O-of course not! I'm fully determined to destroy everything! Yay nihilism!" he exclaimed uncertainly.

She continued to eye him quizically.

John looked around and spotted a glass jar of screws on the table, he knocked it down to the ground causing it to shatter.

"Yay anarchy?" he said uncertainly.

She let out a sigh.

"Huh... guess you didn't betray us," she shrugged before walking over to the nearby shelf and tossing John another jar.

"You'll have to pick those up, though..." she said gesturing to the screws on the ground.

John let out a sigh.

"Fine..."

She walked back to her metal plate and continued hammering it.

John bent down and started collecting the screws.

That's when Marble spoke up.

"I don't have some sort of edgy backstory like Grim or Arthur..." she admitted.

"It's just disheartening to hear that this world will suck even more than the last one did but even faster, as if humanity was just destined to suck..." she shrugged.

"So... that's why you're ok with killing everyone?" John asked.

"Of course not, dumbass! I'm not a complete psychopath!" she exclaimed looking back at him with a bitter expression.

"But, it's necessary, who's to say that if the jGuardians go down some other guild won't become magic-nazis?" Marble asked.

"This world gives too much power to regular people..." she sighed.

"That's why isekai stories are only happy power fantasies when they're singleplayer..." she added.

John shrugged.

"But, what if it's just a step leading to a better future? Like how the medieval times sucked!" John argued.

"Yeah, and modern times don't suck? Dude, you can't even make a fireplace in half of the countries on Earth without a permit!" she exclaimed.

"Fire safety..." John thought.

"Hell, did you hear the EU banned menthol cigarettes?"

"Maybe Bromy'd care... I'm not a smoker thought..." he thought.

"You can't brew your own booze because that'd hurt the booze-industry, so people apparently deserve jail time for making some booze, Earth fucking sucked... and that's why everyone likes it here so much... for now..."

"Mm, homemade methanol-poisoning..." John thought.

She looked back to JohnWillStab who was now done with picking up the screws.

"So I guess you could say I'm upset this world isn't magically going to become a utopia," she laughed.

"So you might as well destroy it?" he asked.

"Essentially..." she continued.

JohnWillStab let out a sigh.

"There is no such thing as a utopia," John replied.

"I know, that's the whole prob-" Marble was cut off.

"I mean, even if you had the power of a god, you couldn't create something even close a true utopia, because, at its roots, the word makes no sense," John said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, in a utopia, if I am a murderer, I should be able to kill whoever I want, since it's a perfect place where all my needs and wants are met." John presented the hypothetical scene.

Marble wasn't sure how to counter that.

"W-well... crime is an exception!" she exclaimed.

John nodded, "Ok..."

"So what if I want my asshole of a neighbour to suffer for making noise at night?" John asked.

"Then just add sound-proof walls!" she argued.

"But what if the neighbour wants to make me suffer by playing techno at four in the morning?" asked John.

"Are you going to take that right away form him?"

"Or are you just hoping having tech, wealth and comfort will solve the root of all problems, that being human nature!?" John demanded.

The room went silent for a bit.

"..." Marble didn't know how to rebuke what John said.

"Shit... got heated for no reasons..." he breathed a sigh, scratching his hair awkwardly.

"S-sorry... I didn't want to turn this into a shouting match about asshole neighbours!" John said apologetically.

"...no... you're right..." she sighed.

John raised an eyebrow.

"I... am?"

"Yeah, humans are the problem!" she exclaimed nodding in agreement.

"FUCK! I MADE IT WORSE!" John realised.