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

Of course, it would be fine if it were the hidden power of the Sheikh that they were familiar with.

But the problem is that the power is too mysterious.

So mysterious that they hadn't heard a single word about it, which meant that there was a hidden force in Shenxia that even their intelligence network couldn't detect, and that this force was incredibly powerful.

This unknown is more terrifying than the known threats.

Therefore, the core topic of today's meeting is very simple, there is only one thing—

Next, how should they stop Sheikha?

Continue playing?

Clearly, now is not the time.

Acknowledge?

That's even more impossible.

Which of the five forces present here is not a dominant power on Earth?

Do you expect them to bow down to a country?

I would rather die than lose face like this.

Cooperation?

It's not that it's impossible, but the problem is that the level of trust between the five companies is basically zero.

The outcome of the last "joint operation" has already explained everything—each had their own ulterior motives and their own agendas, and in the end, they all failed.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the atmosphere of the meeting was subtly awkward.

It's like five gamblers who have lost everything at the same card table, and now they get together to figure out how to win it all back.

Everyone wants others to go first so they can reap the benefits later.

But everyone knows perfectly well that if they don't join forces, no one will benefit.

When the virtual projector in the meeting lit up...

Holographic images of representatives from each party appeared sequentially on their respective terminals.

No one said anything, they just nodded to each other.

At their level...

There's no need for any more pleasantries or nonsense.

After all, everyone's time is precious.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Adam coughed lightly and spoke first.

As the nation's publicly acknowledged top fighting force and the representative of the side that suffered the most heavy losses, his voice naturally carries the most weight.

"Everyone, I won't waste any more words."

Adam's voice didn't reveal much emotion.

But everyone present knew how much anger was suppressed beneath this deliberate calm.

"Everyone knows what happened this time. We lost top geniuses in the Silver Moon Realm, and suffered heavy losses of elite troops on the real battlefield. As for Divine Xia—"

Adam paused slightly.

"Not only were they not seriously injured, but they also fought a brilliant comeback in the East China Sea. The four demigods of the Forbidden Water Clan were wiped out, and even the source-level projection of the Forbidden Water Clan emperor was destroyed."

"More importantly—that young man named Gu Xu is still alive."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone's expression changed.

For the five factions present, Gu Xu's name has transformed from a "genius worth paying attention to" into a "strategic threat that must be reassessed."

This guy's growth rate is completely contrary to any known pattern of advancement for professionals.

Not long ago, he was just a newly awakened newcomer, but now he can withstand the siege of four demigods all by himself?

If this pace of development continues, what will happen if we give him another year or two?

There was a long silence in the conference room.

Then, Yamamoto Furukawa forced a smile that looked more like a grimace onto his withered old face and slowly began to speak.

"Your Excellency Adam is right. We only have one problem now."

"Shelsh is no longer the Shelsh we used to think it was."

This sentence was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The silence in the meeting room lasted for about five seconds.

These five seconds are extremely valuable because everyone present is at the top of their respective power pyramid.

Every second they remained silent meant that their minds were racing with countless thoughts.

Adam was the first to break the silence.

"Let me state my conclusion first."

Adam's holographic projection leaned forward slightly, his hands crossed on the table: "Gu Xu must die."

Normally, some of the people present might have made excuses, saying things like "things aren't that simple" or "we need more intelligence," or other diplomatic rhetoric.

But no one picked up on that topic today, because everyone knew in their hearts that Adam was telling the truth.

"I had the intelligence department create a comprehensive model of Gu Xu's growth trajectory."

Adam raised his hand and swiped, projecting a complex data chart in front of everyone.

On that chart, a red curve starts from the bottom left corner and plunges almost vertically into the top right corner.

Next to it are densely packed time points and corresponding strength assessment data.

"It's been less than a month since he started working in this field."

Adam's finger touched the starting point of the curve, then slid upwards along the almost vertical line: "In less than a month, he has grown from an ordinary person at level zero to someone capable of directly confronting a demigod."

"Our analysis team used the most advanced combat power prediction model in the United States, substituted all known variables, and ran hundreds of simulations."

The conclusion is—

Adam's voice deepened: "The results of every simulation show that this person's growth rate has completely exceeded the model's limits."

"Our prediction system even gave an error code because it believed that such a growth curve should not exist in theory."

"But it just exists."

Adam tapped the table: "And it's accelerating..."

The meeting room fell silent for two seconds.

The wrinkles on Yamamoto Furukawa's old face seemed to deepen even more. He squinted at the red curve, lost in thought.

The monk Tianxing clasped his hands together, bowed his head, and remained expressionless.

Ivan leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, his gaze somber.

The archbishop lowered his head, his lips moving slightly, it was unclear whether he was praying or cursing.

"Based on current trends..."

Adam continued, "If we do nothing, in six months at most, Shensha will have the youngest demigod in human history."

This statement is more than ten times more damaging than the previous statement, "Gu Xu must die."

Those present were all shrewd old foxes; they knew all too well what a demigod meant to a nation.

Demigods are not simply high-level combatants; they are strategic beings.

A country with a demigod in charge and a country without a demigod in charge.

Their influence in the international arena is worlds apart.

Sherlock has never lacked demigods.

What they lack is young demigods.

Although the Night Watchers guarding the forbidden area are powerful, they are all ancient relics, and they are sealed and restrained, unable to act freely.

If Gu Xu really does reach the demigod realm within six months, given his age and potential, he can remain active for at least several hundred more years.