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

While Gu Xu was lying in the medical pod of the Supreme Command in Longjing, comfortably being the most expensive salted fish in the entire Divine Summer.

In other parts of the world, high-ranking officials in several countries are experiencing mental breakdowns comparable to suddenly having diarrhea after seven days of constipation.

There's nothing they can do; this period has been incredibly unlucky for them.

First, a large number of carefully nurtured mythical geniuses were lost in the Silver Moon Realm.

Those are the seed players that countries have spent countless resources and countless years to cultivate.

They were all destroyed in the Silvermoon Realm without even a sound.

It's like you've raised a koi for ten years, carefully feeding and tending to it, and it's about to transform into a dragon, when Old Wang next door happens to pass by and casually cooks you a pot of fish soup.

Aren't you angry?

But that's not the worst part.

The worst part is that these countries, thinking themselves incredibly clever, took advantage of the dire situation of the Divine Xia's East China Sea defense line and went to raid their homeland.

The results of it?

The raiding force was completely wiped out, not a single one survived.

The expeditionary fleet of the United States, once inside the territorial waters of Sheikha, was like being put into a meat grinder; it sank to the bottom without even making a splash.

The Oni-slaying Clan of the Sakura Kingdom, known as the elite of the elite, went missing before even reaching the borders of Sherlock.

When the intelligence department of Japan realized what was happening and sent people to search, they only found a pile of weapons shattered into pieces and a few lumps of charcoal of unknown origin in the wilderness.

They weren't even sure if those lumps of coke were from their own people.

The legions of the South Indian Empire met the same fate.

The Northern Alliance's mobile units fared even worse; they didn't even have time to send out a final distress signal before they completely disappeared from the communication channels.

As for the Holy Knights led by the two cardinals of the European Papacy?

Forget it.

The Vatican is still holding Mass, praying that the souls of those two bishops will ascend to heaven.

Given the messes they made in their lives, Heaven will most likely not accept them.

In short, they lost both their wife and their army, tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, and died before achieving their goal. No amount of idioms can adequately describe the miserable state of these guys.

Among all the countries that have suffered greatly, if we were to ask who cried the loudest, the United States would undoubtedly be the champion of mourning.

The reason is simple: although other countries also suffered heavy losses, they could at least use "strategic miscalculation" as a way to save face.

The beacon of democracy won't do.

This time, they have truly suffered a major blow.

First, two mythical geniuses, Adam and Tires, perished in the Silvermoon Realm.

Those were core pieces in the United States' strategic plan for the next twenty years, each one nurtured with the nation's full resources. Their sudden loss has sent chills down the spines of the nation's top leadership.

But compared to the second loss, the significance of those two geniuses is even ranked lower.

Because one person died in the United States, the "beacon of light."

A person of immense importance.

Oswald Yerdrin.

One of the twelve Divine Knights of the Lighthouse Nation.

A genuine peak ninth-tier saint.

Within the entire superhuman system of Earth, this level of combat power belongs to the strategic level, capable of single-handedly changing the course of a local war.

The United States only had twelve such people in total, and now that one is missing, it's like their defense forces are missing a piece.

How big is this gap?

To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy.

If the twelve Divine Knights of the Lighthouse Kingdom were a mahjong table, then now there's one player missing.

You can't just drag some random saint into this, can you?

A ninth-tier Saint at the peak level of combat power is not like a shared bicycle on the street that you can just scan a code and ride away.

How much time, resources, and opportunities are needed to cultivate a Saint at the peak?

Conservatively speaking, it would take at least 180 years and three train cars of rare and precious materials to even dream of such a thing.

Moreover, the loss of Oswald Yeldin was not merely a loss in terms of combat strength.

This person also occupies a pivotal position in the political landscape of the United States.

His death directly caused a crack in the power balance among several factions within the upper echelons of the United States, leading to a reshuffling of the distribution of interests.

In short, the United States is not only in financial pain this time, but it's also devastated.

So when the intelligence system of the United States compiled all the losses into a report and presented it to the highest decision-making level of the United States, it is said that the faces of several important figures present were even more unpleasant than if their own mothers had died.

But even though the report was thrown away, the matter still needed to be dealt with.

Cursing won't solve the problem; we need to find a solution.

Moreover, not only does the United States need to find a solution, but the other countries that have been dealt a blow cannot simply swallow their anger.

At least not on the surface.

So, on the very next day after Gu Xu woke up, a very special online meeting was quietly held.

Although it was called an online meeting, any one of the people attending could make half of the planet tremble.

Adam is the representative from the United States.

That's right, the man ranked number one among the twelve Divine Knights of the Lighthouse Nation.

He is also recognized as the strongest warrior among the saints of the beacon nation.

Of course, although he is called a saint, his specific strength has always been a mystery, so the outside world speculates that he is at least at the level of demigod or above. However, the United States has never made it public that he is at that level.

But one thing is certain—in the entire superhuman system of the United States, Adam's words carry more weight than their president's.

After all, presidents change every four years, but Adam doesn't.

The representative of the cherry blossom country is Yamamoto Furukawa.

Normally, he wouldn't attend this kind of meeting.

But the fact that Japan is willing to attend the meeting in person this time shows that Japan is really in a hurry.

The European papacy sent their archbishop.

The people from South India were called Celestial Monks.

This name sounds like a minor character in a fantasy novel, but in reality, he is the de facto supreme ruler of the South Indian Kingdom.

That's right, those in power.

The power structure in South India is different from that in other countries; their system is one where practitioners directly hold power.

The Celestial Monk is not only one of the strongest superhumans in the South Indian Kingdom, but also their supreme decision-maker, holding both military and political power in his hands.

The last person to attend was Ivan from the Northern League.

Five factions, five top figures.

Normally, the degree to which these five forces dislike each other is roughly equivalent to that of five roosters locked in the same cage.

You peck me, I'll stomp on you; neither of us will give in.

But today, for the first time ever, they sat down at the same virtual conference table.

There is only one reason.

They were both beaten by the same country.

And they were beaten very badly.

What's even more unacceptable is that they don't even know who beat them up.

The troops sent to launch the surprise attack were completely wiped out; they had already accepted this outcome.

Although I can't swallow it, at least I can accept the facts.

What truly kept them awake at night, tossing and turning, was another problem:

What kind of force could annihilate all of their invading troops almost simultaneously in different locations on the Sherlock Holmes map within the same time period?