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

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The seemingly indestructible black rock giant actually exploded into a rain of rubble in mid-air!

He killed him in seconds?!

Amidst the flying pebbles, a boy...

He walked slowly out of the smoke and dust, his hands behind his back.

He didn't even glance at the stunned geniuses around him, merely flicking the dust off his face with a hint of disdain, and said something to the void behind him:

"Honey, be quieter next time. It's all dust, it's choking us."

The entire room fell silent.

Only the boy's calm voice echoed through the stone forest, striking a chord squarely in the faces of every self-proclaimed genius present.

Who the hell is this?!

It was clear to the naked eye that the "geniuses" of the Azure Dragon Legion present not only had their mouths shut, but their teeth were also chattering.

cold.

A chilling coldness seeped into my bones and spread throughout my body.

If the Black Rock Colossus just now gave people a sense of physical oppression...

At that moment, the chill felt like a bucket of liquid nitrogen had been poured directly onto the top of one's head.

The S-class warrior rookie standing at the front, wielding a greatsword, was grimacing in pain because his hand had been shattered from the impact.

Now, however, I don't feel any pain in the wound at all—because it's numb from the cold.

He watched helplessly as his breath condensed into frost in the air.

Then, as if drawn by something, his gaze stiffly shifted to the boy who had just emerged from the smoke and dust... behind him.

There, a splash of red.

It was so bright it was blinding, and so red it looked like blood.

The figure in red, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, hung silently in mid-air, her face obscured by a bright red veil, making it impossible to see her expression.

But everyone could feel two gazes, as if looking at a dead person, falling on them.

"This...this is his summoned creature?"

Someone managed to squeeze out a sentence, barely louder than a mosquito's hum.

Although all those present were geniuses who had awakened A-level or even S-level talents, who hadn't seen the world before?

But now that they've actually seen it, they realize that their limited knowledge is like a kindergartener encountering a serial killer in front of this thing.

That sense of dread, originating from the depths of one's soul, is completely beyond the control of reason.

"Run...run if you don't want to die..."

It's unclear who shouted first, but immediately the elite squad that was attacking the monster scattered like birds.

Forget formations, forget teamwork, forget the dignity of elites—all of that was thrown to the dogs at this moment.

The fire mage ran the fastest, not even daring to turn back to pick up the staff that fell from his hand.

I wish I had two more legs.

Gu Xu stood there, watching the group of geniuses who had been so boisterous just moments before dart away like startled rabbits, and sighed helplessly.

"This mental fortitude needs more work."

Gu Xu shook his head, silently complaining to himself: If we go to the battlefield in the future and run away like this when we see an ugly monster, then humanity will be doomed sooner or later.

He glanced back at the eerie bride behind him, who was still in "deterrence mode," and his tone softened immediately, becoming full of the familiarity of an old married couple: "Alright, wife, you've scared everyone away. Let's put away our magic now, or we'll freeze our God of Wealth."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chilling aura that could freeze one's blood vanished instantly, and the eerie bride obediently landed on the ground.

The red wedding dress that had been fluttering in the wind calmed down and stood quietly half a step behind Gu Xu.

If you ignore his sinister attire and just look at his docile appearance...

She really does have that feeling of a young wife from feudal society.

At the edge of the area not far away, Jiang Shu was staring wide-eyed.

Her cherry-like lips involuntarily opened slightly.

As a high-level support in the God-Slaying Army, Jiang Shu had seen many spectacular scenes, including violent maniacs like Su Qiong tearing apart demonic dragons on the battlefield.

But that strength is traceable; it is governed by the conservation of energy.

But what about what just happened?

There was no skill animation, no energy fluctuation, and not even the so-called physical attack trajectory could be seen.

That thick-skinned, black rock giant just exploded like that.

"This is... a concept level?"

Jiang Shu swallowed, feeling a bit dry in her throat.

She had seen a description of "rule-based" abilities in a textbook before, which only had one line: unreasonable, unanalyzable, only results-oriented.

Now she understands.

What does it mean to be unreasonable?

That's just unreasonable!

No matter how much armor or magic resistance you have, if it's determined that you're going to die, you'll be blown to bits.

Jiang Shu's gaze towards Gu Xu changed.

She originally came with the intention of "making the young master happy".

Even if Gu Xu performed slightly poorly, she had prepared countless excuses to cover for him.

But now?

What a load of rubbish! This is clearly a monster in disguise!

"Sister Jiang Shu? What are you daydreaming about? Pick up some equipment."

Gu Xu's voice interrupted Jiang Shu's shock.

Gu Xu stood with his hands behind his back, picking and choosing like an old man at a market, poking at a pile of rubble with his toe: "Tsk, this elite monster is so poor. Besides two broken stones, it doesn't even drop a decent piece of equipment. Has the drop rate been secretly nerfed?"

Jiang Shu snapped out of her daze, quickly adjusted her glasses, and jogged over, saying, "Coming, coming! How could I let you do this rough work? I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Her attitude is now much more attentive than before; it's an instinctive respect for the strong.

She deftly swept the materials from the ground into her backpack, inwardly grumbling: "Damn it! That's Black Rock Essence! A high-grade material worth 50,000 yuan apiece on the market! And you call this some worthless rock?!"

The next half hour was a complete disaster for the monsters on this Gobi Desert.

For Jiang Shu, however, it was a mind-blowing "meat pigeon game" experience.

Generally speaking, newbies are very cautious when leveling up, thinking three steps ahead before taking another, for fear of attracting too many monsters and getting ganged up on.

But with Gu Xu, the style completely changed.

A flash of red light, and a group of sun-drenched stone lizards had no time to react to what was happening.

Their heads were all moved to a new location in a neat and uniform manner.

With a flick of her sleeve, several carrion vultures that had been circling in the air, waiting for an opportunity to ambush, were as if gripped by an invisible hand, plummeting straight down and landing dead.

Gu Xu strolled around like a tourist, hands in his pockets.

He doesn't need to move around or chant.

You don't even need to lift a finger.

His only movement was to raise his hand and point, and then—

That red figure will transform into the Grim Reaper's scythe, efficiently, precisely, and cruelly reaping all life.

Jiang Shu followed behind, feeling like a useless piece of trash.

Her backpack full of buff potions, scrolls, and prepared healing skills were completely useless.

Its only role is to be a mood-maker who just shouts "666" and a cleaner responsible for cleaning up the battlefield.