The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

"ah--!!!"

Although no sound could be heard, their extremely wide-open mouths and eyes that were almost bulging out of their sockets revealed their presence.

Anyone can understand that kind of pain that goes deep into the bone.

Someone was frantically scratching their throat, their nails digging deep into their flesh, leaving bloody marks, as if trying to dig out the burning pain in their lungs.

Some people knelt on the ground, clasped their hands together, and tried to pray to Shiva, asking for the purifying light to descend.

But under the absolute suppression of [Eternal Silence].

No prayers can reach the ears of the gods.

No skill can be used!

There was no purification.

There is no salvation.

Only decay.

In less than ten seconds, this originally well-equipped and aggressive squad had been reduced to a bunch of mangled flesh rolling on the ground.

Their health bars plummeted like water from a tap that had been turned on.

As the team leader, Singh could only watch helplessly as all of this happened.

"No...this is impossible..."

Singh roared inwardly.

His pride, his dignity!

At that moment, he was being trampled and rubbed hard under the feet of that dirty rat.

He is a mythical-level professional!

He is a man destined to stand at the top of the world! How can he lose to such despicable means?

"I am the embodiment of Shiva... I am the agent of destruction..."

Singh's eyes instantly became bloodshot and turned completely red.

Since conventional methods can't break this damn silence, let's use unconventional ones!

Since our voices can't travel, let's sacrifice our blood! Let's sacrifice our lives!

Singh sprang to his feet, his movements no longer pursuing elegance and rhythm as before.

Instead, it was filled with a beastly madness.

He grabbed the nearest teammate—a priest whose face had been disfigured by the poison gas.

The pastor looked at his captain with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, thinking that Singh was going to save him.

But the next second.

puff!

Singh's fingers, like a sharp blade, plunged directly into the priest's chest.

Without any hesitation, without any pity.

He yanked hard, and a heart that was still beating faintly was forcibly pulled out.

Blood gushed out, splattering all over Singh's face.

But he didn't care at all, and instead revealed a hideous smile.

He held the heart high, pointing it at his forehead.

There, there is a tightly closed vertical mark.

That was his third eye—the Eye of Destruction.

Only by sacrificing blood can one overcome the inability to communicate the rules.

Forcefully break the seal on this eye!

"With my blood, I offer sacrifice to my god!"

Although unable to speak, the violent mental fluctuations reverberated through the surrounding space.

The moment the heart touched his forehead, it quickly shrank, all its essence and blood being greedily devoured by the vertical scar.

Om-!

A chilling aura of destruction finally took shape within that vertical mark.

That eye slowly opened a crack.

A purplish-black light leaked out from it; it was pure destruction, enough to pierce through all domains, even this damned silence!

"Gu Xu!! I'll make sure you die a horrible death!!"

Singh laughed inwardly, feeling the return of his power and the exhilarating feeling of being in control of everything.

however.

Just a second before that Eye of Destruction was about to fully open and unleash its world-destroying radiance.

A red figure had appeared in front of him without him noticing.

She was a bride wearing a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe.

Her head was covered by a red veil, obscuring her face; only her pale, paper-white hands were visible.

And... that resentment colder than the abyss.

The Ghost Bride

She neither attacked nor obstructed.

It simply hovered there quietly, its head slightly bowed.

It was as if they were watching Singh's eye, which was about to open.

next moment.

[Entry: Resentment Lock] - Activated!

There were no signs whatsoever.

Singh felt as if a red-hot steel needle had been plunged into his brain.

That wasn't physical pain, but a direct piercing of the mind!

"Look at me..."

A plaintive, chilling female voice, as if from the deepest hell, resounded directly in the depths of his soul.

Singh's body stiffened abruptly.

The rules of destruction that were gathering rapidly collapsed instantly under this mental shock.

His vision began to blur, and the world around him began to distort.

he saw...

He saw Shiva, whom he devoutly worshipped, descending from the void.

It was a majestic, holy god of destruction with four arms and feet resting on a lotus flower.

"God...you've finally come..."

Singh was moved to tears; he wanted to kneel down and kiss the toes of the gods.

But just as he reached out his hand...

The face of that Shiva statue suddenly changed.

The solemn face suddenly cracked open, revealing Gu Xu's face with a mocking smile.

Immediately afterwards, the god's four arms began to melt, turning into countless thick, slippery tentacles covered with suckers and eyeballs.

The lotus throne turned into churning black mud, and the sacred halo transformed into a black mist of calamity.

"No...this isn't real..."

Singh retreated in terror, but the tentacles, like some indescribable nightmare, instantly wrapped around him.

The suckers on those tentacles opened, revealing mouths filled with sharp teeth, hissing softly.

"Your god cannot save you."

"Because in this world... I am the only truth."

The indescribable monster opened its huge mouth and made Gu Xu's voice.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

In reality, Singh suddenly clutched his head with both hands and let out a silent scream.

His mental defenses completely collapsed.

The fear of facing the true form of the ancient rulers, the despair of having one's faith distorted into that of a monster, instantly wiped out his sanity.

He frantically scratched his face, tearing off the paint along with his flesh, leaving it covered in blood.

The Eye of Destruction on his forehead, due to the disruption of his mental energy, began to ooze black tears of blood, and then...

Snapped!

A soft sound.

The eye, which hadn't even had a chance to fully open, exploded.

……

"Tsk, so easily frightened."

Gu Xu, sitting in the sedan chair, shook his head.

He looked at Singh, who was rolling on the ground like a mad dog, without a ripple in his eyes.

So-called mythical geniuses are as fragile as a sheet of paper when faced with true old fears.

Once the mind breaks down, even the greatest strength is useless.

"Old Black, that's about enough."

Gu Xu yawned, somewhat bored. "Let's send him on his way. Don't delay me from getting my loot."

"..."

The tomb keeper, who had been standing silently, did not answer, but slowly took a step forward.