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

What happened?

Gu Xu suddenly lowered his head and looked at his palm.

All I could see was the surface of my own skin; I had no idea when it happened.

An extremely strange blood-red pattern appeared.

These lines, like living things, were spreading wildly along his veins at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, Gu Xu checked the panel.

But he suddenly discovered the "Bloodborne Curse" negative status on the panel that he had never taken seriously before.

At this moment, the status icon looks like it has taken a super tonic.

Originally, it was just a faint layer of bloody light.

They're practically turning purple with age now!

"What the hell is this?!"

Gu Xu cursed inwardly.

This is totally illogical!

After all, in Gu Xu's eyes, that little curse from before was still a thing.

That's no different from getting a mosquito bite.

Anyway, I have the "Heart of the Past" passive ability that restores 50% of my health per second.

This little bit of health loss and attribute reduction isn't even enough to tickle yourself.

But now?

How come this curse suddenly shot up like a rocket?

Gu Xu's mind raced.

He recalled the gray-black mist he had seen swirling around his destiny thread in the vision of the "weaving machine of fate."

And those despairing eyes at the end of the void.

"Could it be...?"

Gu Xu gasped, a sense of foreboding suddenly rising in his heart.

Of course, the most important thing is that as the intensity of the curse continues to rise.

He felt his limbs starting to feel heavy.

Even their breathing carried a faint smell of rust.

This was after he transmigrated and became the "Lord of the Old Ones".

For the first time, I truly felt a state called "weakness".

Even if one had entered and ended a state of "divinity," it wouldn't be this weak.

Gu Xu's face turned extremely ugly because of this sudden change.

Even when his body swayed uncontrollably.

Not far away.

The Shen Tiancais, who had been staring intently at the center of the battlefield without daring to breathe, suddenly erupted in chaos.

"General!"

Lei Zhen roared, his eyes filled with concern.

He was still immersed in the shocking spectacle of Gu Xu swallowing the American genius whole.

I worshipped this youngest major general in Sherlock Holmes in my heart.

In that instant, he watched helplessly as the boy, whom they considered invincible like a god, appeared before his eyes.

Suddenly, without any warning, he knelt down on one knee!

Moreover, his face was as pale as a corpse that had been frozen in the morgue for three days!

The contrast is too great!

Without a second thought, Lei Zhen dragged his Thunder Hammer like a charging rhinoceros.

It broke through the remaining ice shards on the ground.

He rushed to Gu Xu in a few strides.

"General! What's wrong?"

Lei Zhen's eyes widened, and his face, full of fat, trembled.

Although he was a battle maniac, he also knew that he could force a ruthless person like Gu Xu to this state.

This is definitely not a small problem.

Following closely behind Lei Zhen were Qin Shuyao and Tie Shan.

Especially on Qin Shuyao's usually aloof and pretty face...

His expression was filled with barely concealed anxiety and panic.

She threw away the holy sword she was holding and squatted down.

Her hands trembled as she tried to help Gu Xu.

But she was afraid that she might accidentally touch one of his wounds, so for a moment her hands were suspended in mid-air, at a loss.

"General... are you suffering from a backlash? You're sweating so much..."

In her mind, Gu Xu had just made such a big fuss.

It's likely that some extremely taboo price was paid!

The more overpowered a skill is, the more terrifying its cooldown and backlash will be; this is an ironclad rule of this world.

Qin Shuyao naturally assumed that Gu Xu's skill time had come.

They began to suffer the backlash of being worse than dead.

The man standing next to him, as tall as an iron tower, Tieshan, remained silent.

He stood directly in front of Gu Xu.

The massive tower shield in his hand slammed into the ground, protecting Gu Xu tightly behind him.

A pair of large, bell-like eyes warily scanned the geniuses from other countries around him.

The way it looked was just like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

He had a fierce attitude that said, "If anyone dares to take a step forward today, I'll smash their head with my shield."

"I...I'm fine."

Gu Xu looked at his underlings surrounding him, each one tense as if facing a formidable enemy, and couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

But more than anything, it was a warm current.

However, he really didn't have the energy to explain things like higher dimensions or causal backlash.

"Don't be nervous... I just strained too much and got a stitch."

Gu Xu forced a slightly more normal smile, enduring the throbbing pain in his head.

He also waved his hand in a very down-to-earth manner, trying to maintain his image as a cool and collected person.

But to others, his appearance—covered in cold sweat and with blue lips—made the explanation of "a stitch in the side" completely unconvincing.

However, while things were in complete chaos on Sherlock Holmes' side, the people on the other side were thinking quite differently.

It was in a mud pit about several dozen meters away from Gu Xu.

Yuri, the Northern Alliance genius, had just been brutally beaten to the ground by Gu Xu's Domain of Calamity, to the point that even his axe broke.

At this moment, he was staring blankly ahead with his mouth wide open.

His blood-stained face was now filled with huge question marks.

What's going on?

How did that demon, who just a second ago treated them like ants and trampled them at will, suddenly become so weak?

Could this kid really be just a pretty face? A mere showman who only lasts three seconds?

Yuri's mind was in turmoil.

He instinctively gripped the broken giant axe in his hand, trying to stand up.

But his legs felt like they were filled with lead; the slightest movement sent a crushing pain through every bone in his body.

He could only watch helplessly.

On the other side...

Caesar, the "Godslayer" of the Beacon of the Nation, whose Dao Heart had been completely shattered and who was preparing to wait for death on the spot.

At this moment, it was as if he had suddenly been given a shot of adrenaline.

Caesar was kneeling on the ground, his golden hair mixed with mud and blood, looking as disheveled as a stray dog.

He had assumed that with Tires dead, he would never be able to leave this damned Silvermoon Garden alive.

He had even planned out in his mind how to leave a final message before he died that would not diminish the prestige of the United States.

but.

When he saw Gu Xu suddenly show pain on his face, kneel down on the ground, and even the terrifying, suffocating sense of oppression emanating from him was rapidly fading.

Caesar's dim blue eyes suddenly erupted with an uncontrollable burst of ecstasy.

"He must have... suffered a backlash!"

Caesar screamed wildly in his mind.

But he can't care about any of that right now!

Whether this Sherlock kid messed up his act or got punished by heaven, it doesn't matter.

For him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity bestowed upon him by heaven!