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

"Is it... over? Who... who won?"

In a mud pit not far away, a support worker, whose country of origin was unknown, struggled to his feet.

He mumbled incoherently, his voice trembling violently from the shock of surviving a near-death experience.

Everyone was doing the same thing, rubbing their red, swollen, and tearful eyes, their hearts filled with shock as they cast their blurred vision back at the battlefield that had been completely reduced to ruins.

And the moment when everyone finally managed to open their eyelids and see the scene before them.

Everyone froze in place once again.

……

Because, in everyone's sight...

The space in front of the moat is like a shattered mirror.

It was so broken it was unrecognizable.

And in the distance, there was the moat that had once flowed ceaselessly, stretching across the entire plain.

At this moment, a fault line has appeared at the very center of the battle!

That's right, it's a fault!

The river, which was originally flowing with silver moonlight, looked as if it had been cleaved in two by an invisible, colossal blade.

The river water on both sides was forcibly blocked in mid-air by an extremely terrifying force.

Two walls of water, tens of meters high, were formed and just wouldn't come down!

It will stop flowing!

In the center of the battlefield, a huge crater hundreds of meters in diameter was plowed out of the ground.

At the edge of the giant pit, a blood-covered figure was kneeling in the scorched mud.

He was panting heavily.

That was Caesar.

This "god-killer" who is the focus of everyone's attention in the United States was so cool and high and mighty when he made his appearance before.

That's how pathetic I am right now.

His magnificent armor has now been reduced to a pile of scrap metal.

It is covered with gaps and cracks of all sizes.

Most of his dazzling blond hair was burned off, and the rest was stuck together with mud and blood.

He looked like a homeless man who had just crawled out of a coal mine.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Caesar suddenly let out a violent cough, each cough accompanied by a violent cough.

Large mouthfuls of blood would uncontrollably spill from his mouth.

The blood even contained fragments of internal organs.

He's in a terrible situation.

Although he wasn't missing any limbs, the weakness emanating from him was obvious to anyone with eyes to see.

This genius from the United States has suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Caesar dug his hands into the soil, his fingernails curling up.

His eyes were filled with utter disbelief.

Why...?

He looked at the ground in front of him, his voice weak.

Why is this happening?!

He was screaming wildly in his mind.

He's a god-killer!

His sure-hit shot had clearly locked onto that Sherlock boy.

They had clearly already crossed into the other party's territory!

But at the moment of collision, his power of rules shattered like an egg hitting a hot plate!

That gap wasn't due to a lack of skill or a slight deficiency in attributes.

Rather... it's a dimensional crushing defeat!

It's like a strong ant trying to trip up a running elephant.

How could the difference be so great?!

We're all around level 30, so why are you so incredibly strong?!

On the other side, not far from Caesar, Yuri of the Northern Alliance was in no better shape.

The giant was also kneeling on one knee, his frost great axe, the "Spine of the Titans," lying to the side.

A huge nick appeared on the axe blade.

His hands were completely torn apart at the base of his thumbs, and blood dripped down his thick arms, quickly staining the ice beneath his feet a shocking dark red.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently.

Although it looks slightly better than Caesar.

But Yuri's eyes also revealed a deep sense of despair and existential doubt.

He just took a real hit from the backlash of that terrifying force.

In that instant, he felt like he wasn't fighting against a single person.

It's not that it's fighting against the entire world!

In the real world, in the live streams of the United States and the Northern Alliance, all the comments on the screen suddenly froze at that moment.

For a full five seconds, no one spoke.

The foreign netizens who were just clamoring to see how Gu Xu would die were now all staring at the screen with their mouths agape, as if someone had grabbed them by the neck, unable to type a single word.

Two of their own top-tier, mythical geniuses fought one against one, but were defeated in a single move.

And it was such a brutal and crushing defeat?!

Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is... where is Gu Xu?

Where did he go?

Just then, Tyrese, the Lord of Fate who had been hiding at the very back of the battlefield and had previously coughed up a mouthful of blood due to the backlash, appeared.

Suddenly, I felt a shiver run through my body.

Tyrese was slumped on the ground, his black robes stained with mud.

His talent for weaving the loom of destiny was just forcibly severed.

This caused him unprecedented psychological trauma.

But at this moment, the fear in his heart far outweighed the physical pain.

He suddenly felt as if a cold gaze was silently watching him from above.

His gaze was devoid of any emotion, as if he were looking at an extremely interesting... toy.

Tires stiffly raised his neck and looked up little by little.

Directly above his line of sight, less than three meters away in mid-air.

A tall, slender figure stood in mid-air, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at him.

It was Gu Xu!

Tires' pupils contracted instantly, and his heart nearly stopped beating.

Because he discovered in despair that Gu Xu was completely unharmed!

Not to mention being injured, even the tattered black robe Gu Xu was wearing didn't have a single large wrinkle.

His black hair swayed gently in the breeze, and he appeared calm and composed.

It even exudes a sense of ease, like someone who has just finished eating and is taking a stroll.

Right at the epicenter of that cataclysmic explosion, two mythical geniuses were left half-dead.

And this person was located in the very epicenter of the explosion...

Not a single hair fell out?!

Tires wanted to scream, to run away, to use his remaining mental energy to use a skill to escape.

However, he sadly discovered that the surrounding space had been completely locked down by some extremely oppressive domain power.

He can't even lift a finger.

Gu Xu looked down at the terrified Tires and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

To be honest, that attack was indeed quite powerful.

But within his realm of calamity, he remains completely unaffected.

The reason he didn't immediately pay attention to Caesar and Yuri was...

It was simply because he was more interested in the guy in front of him who was hiding in the back and shooting arrows from the shadows.

That strange ability that could forcibly alter cause and effect, giving attacks a "guaranteed hit" attribute.

Gu Xu could see it all clearly.

Although this ability was forcibly severed when used on him due to the dimensional difference.

But what if I absorbed this talent and made it my own...?