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

"So you're not a real monster after all! You can weaken too, and you can suffer the backlash!"

Caesar's handsome but filthy face was now twisted into an extremely maniacal smile.

The humiliation of being pinned down in the mud and having his dignity trampled by Gu Xu just now transformed into a vicious desire to kill Gu Xu.

God help us! This is a golden opportunity! This is a golden opportunity!

As long as I kill this Shenxia person, I can regain all my face!

Killing this guy will extinguish all hope for Sherlock!

The United States will remain the most powerful country in the world!

All we have to do is kill this guy.

He, Caesar, will become the strongest class changer in the world.

"I still have a chance... I still have a chance!"

Caesar frantically repeated the phrase to himself as he trembled as he reached his muddy hands into his storage space, his fingers shaking uncontrollably with excitement.

Deep within that storage space lay a metal box, lying quietly.

In Caesar's mind, a scene flashed back to the training ground before the departure.

That supreme commander of the beacon nation.

Uncle Adam is hailed as the strongest knight.

The scene of solemnly handing the box to him.

"Caesar, if you encounter Gu Xu in the Silver Moon Realm and find that conventional methods cannot kill him..."

"Don't hesitate, open this box."

Ya Dangdang's voice was low and deep, carrying an extremely heavy sense of apprehension: "What's inside is a strategic item that the United States barely managed to suppress by using all its resources."

"Even a god would be completely erased from existence in the face of this power."

Memories flashed through his mind, and Caesar's fingers had already touched the metal box. Just touching the surface of the box, he could feel a bone-chilling cold that went straight into his heart.

It was as if the box contained something other than an inanimate object.

Rather, it is some kind of extremely terrifying, sleeping evil spirit.

Normally, Caesar would never want to touch something so dangerous.

Because of the side effects of this stuff.

It could very well send the user to hell as well.

But now, he has no other choice.

If he doesn't kill Gu Xu, his life is completely ruined.

"Die! You monster from Sherlock!"

Caesar bit his tongue hard, using the intense pain to stimulate his fading consciousness.

Without hesitation, he took the black metal box out of the storage space.

The moment he took it out, Caesar's fingers tightened suddenly.

He crushed the three mechanical locks on the surface of the box with one hand.

"Click".

A very faint sound, yet it seemed to resonate deep within everyone's soul as a lock was being opened.

As the lid popped open.

The Silver Moon Flower Garden, which had been quiet, was suddenly swept by a cold and biting wind.

The wind carried an intense, almost unbearable stench of decay, as if it had opened an ancient tomb that had been sealed for millions of years.

Under Caesar's gaze, bloodshot and mad.

A withered finger, its surface an eerie grayish-brown, lay quietly on a scarlet velvet cushion in the center of the box.

The fingers had no nails, and the skin was so dry and shriveled that it clung to the bone, looking like some kind of dried twig.

But in the instant that this withered finger saw the light of day again...

The light within a radius of several kilometers was strangely distorted.

An aura even more despairing than Yuri's absolute zero exploded out like a tsunami.

The Finger of the Old Gods!

This is the ultimate weapon that the United States uses as a trump card to overturn the table.

Caesar stared at Gu Xu, who was still kneeling on the ground, not far away, surrounded by members of the Sherlock Holmes team, and had not yet recovered.

He didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He roared out in a frenzied, chanting tone.

"The genius boy of Sherlock!!"

"To die by this finger, you've lived a life well-lived!"

As Caesar growled, the withered finger seemed to hear some kind of summons, and it twitched slightly inside the box.

An extremely terrifying fluctuation of rules instantly locked onto Gu Xu in front of him.

At this time.

Gu Xu was being treated like a seriously ill patient by Lei Zhen and the others, who were showing him great concern and care.

My heart skipped a beat.

It's not because of the blood curse within me.

Rather, it was his "old heart" and the power of calamity within him that sensed the aura of that withered finger the moment they felt it.

It produced an extremely violent rejection reaction!

It's like a fierce beast with a strong sense of territory.

Suddenly, I smelled the scent of another creature that didn't belong to this mountain.

"Um?"

Gu Xu raised his head and looked in the direction of that extremely unpleasant aura.

I spotted Caesar across from me at a glance, looking like a clown, posing with a black box in his hand.

"Holy crap."

Gu Xu squinted weakly and made out the thing in the box.

"If you can't beat them, you take their ashes? Is this kind of hardcore way of recruiting people popular in your beacon country now?"

Even in this situation where I feel terribly uncomfortable all over.

Gu Xu couldn't help but mentally mutter a curse.

But complaints aside.

A cold glint flashed in the depths of Gu Xu's eyes.

You want to take advantage of his illness and kill him, right?

Row.

I was originally going to let you catch your breath a little longer, but since you're in such a hurry to be reborn...

That's me, young master.

I'll grant your wish!

Gu Xu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the discomfort caused by the curse mutation in his body. He slowly pushed away Lei Zhen, Tie Shan and the others who were blocking his way, and slowly straightened his body.

"Die! You monster from Sherlock!"

Caesar roared, his voice seemingly echoing throughout the entire Silver Moon Garden!

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the withered finger from the box and, with a gambler's madness, pointed it sharply to the sky.

[Finger of the Ancient Gods! Selected! Use!!!]

At the very moment he spoke.

"Buzz—!"

A deafening roar, so deep that it was almost imperceptible as a sound wave, suddenly resounded throughout the entire Silver Moon Realm.

The sound wasn't harsh, but it sounded like a large iron hammer that had gotten wet.

It mercilessly struck the top of everyone's head from a distance.

"puff!"

Several foreign athletes who were already seriously injured didn't even utter a sound before tilting their heads back and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

His eyes rolled back and he collapsed into the mud.

Then, something even more explosive and downright terrifying happened!

The sky above the Silver Moon Realm, which was originally bathed in the bright moonlight, was like a cheap curtain that had been torn apart with force. With a "rip," a huge gash appeared!

There is no wind.

Only endless black light, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, poured wildly out of that pitch-black crack, like foul sludge churning in a city sewer!