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

Yamamoto Furukawa took a deep breath, then another.

I took five or six breaths in a row, almost sucking all the oxygen out of the room.

In the end, he forced his expression to return from "I've seen a ghost" to "barely presentable".

"How did you do that?"

Yamamoto Furukawa stared at Miyamoto Kenichi and asked, word by word.

These four words sound simple, but they contain an enormous amount of information.

How did you do it? It's not just about asking what techniques you used, what elixirs you ate, or what heavenly principles you comprehended.

They were asking: What exactly did you, a guy who spends his days squatting in the toilet in Beidao City, drinking cola and reading comics, go through to be able to go from demigod to source level in such a short time?

Such a leap is an unprecedented event in the entire history of Earth.

Even an old monster like Chen Zhenyuan, who has guarded the forbidden area for hundreds of years, has only just reached the Origin level.

Wang Cang has guarded Kunlun Mountain for decades, yet he remains stuck at the demigod level.

Who do you think you are, Miyamoto Kenichi? What gives you the right?

Upon hearing this question, Miyamoto Ken's playful smile slowly faded.

It was as if someone had pressed a switch, and his entire demeanor underwent a subtle change in an instant.

The unemployed man in the floral shirt and flip-flops from a moment ago now looks... a bit more somber.

He did not directly answer Yamamoto Furukawa's question.

Instead, he asked a question in return.

"Old Yamamoto."

Miyamoto Kenichi's tone became very flat.

It wasn't a feigned calm, but a genuine, visceral tranquility that came from the very core of one's being.

"Things haven't been easy lately, have they?"

This statement is light and airy, almost devoid of any emotional color.

But to Yamamoto Furukawa, it was louder than ten thousand slaps.

Not having a good time?

These three words were like rubbing salt into his wounds, like pouring highly concentrated sea salt into them.

But Yamamoto Furukawa didn't respond to that.

He is a demigod, the highest-ranking combatant in the Sakura Kingdom.

He might curse a thousand times in his heart, but he would never back down in front of others.

Silence is sometimes more powerful than words.

Yamamoto Furukawa chose to remain silent.

Miyamoto Kenichi clearly didn't expect him to answer.

He looked at Yamamoto Furukawa's wrinkled old face and smiled slightly.

There was no mockery or pity in that smile.

It's more like the meaningful look on the face of someone who has already reached the summit, looking back at an old friend who is still panting halfway up the mountain.

"I've heard about that genius from Sherlock Holmes."

Miyamoto Kenichi spoke slowly, and each word seemed carefully chosen.

"Your name is Gu Xu, right? You're really amazing. You single-handedly took on four demigods and a source-level projection, and even managed to annihilate them all. A person like that... in any era, would be a world-changing force."

Yamamoto Furukawa raised an eyebrow sharply.

He hadn't expected that Miyamoto Kenichi knew so much about this matter.

It should be noted that even within the upper echelons of the major powers, detailed battle reports on the East China Sea conflict circulated extremely limitedly.

"Your information network is quite impressive."

Yamamoto Furukawa said coldly.

"You have to be well-informed to live long," Miyamoto Kenichi waved his hand dismissively, then changed the subject.

"Furthermore, I am well aware of how devastating the losses of your country's saints have been."

"The Silver Moon Realm lost a batch of soldiers, and the raid on their base resulted in another batch being wiped out. Adding those lost in previous battles, we probably only have two Saints left to use."

Yamamoto Furukawa's expression turned even uglier.

But Miyamoto Kenichi didn't give him a chance to ask further questions and dropped a bombshell.

"but--"

Miyamoto Kenichi leaned forward slightly, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his previously nonchalant eyes, so sharp it seemed to freeze the air.

None of this matters.

"unimportant?"

Yamamoto Furukawa nearly bit his teeth to pieces.

The country is on the verge of collapse, the saints are almost all dead, and we're being utterly crushed by the Divine Xia. And you're telling me it's not important?

"Yes, none of that matters."

Miyamoto Kenichi repeated it, his tone resolute.

"because--"

He stretched out a finger and pointed upwards, but it was unclear whether he was pointing to the ceiling or something else.

"Our opportunity for recovery has arrived."

Yamamoto Furukawa was stunned.

"The kind of recovery I'm talking about isn't the kind that's just a minor, piecemeal effort to bring back a few saints."

Miyamoto Kenichi's lips curled up slightly again.

But this time, his smile carried a confidence that sent chills down Yamamoto Furukawa's spine.

"What I'm saying is—Japan has completely turned things around."

"even……"

Miyamoto Kenichi's voice was so low that even the air in the room seemed to tremble.

"Standing atop this blue planet is as easy as turning one's hand."

These words echoed in the empty room for two seconds.

Yamamoto Furukawa's first reaction was not excitement.

Instead, they felt that this guy's brain might have been fried during his breakthrough.

The summit of Blue Star?

What do you think this is?

Picking cabbage at the market?

Is it enough to just talk the talk?

Sherlock has the Night Watch, Origin-level monsters like Chen Zhenyuan, and prodigies like Gu Xu whose growth rate is completely unreasonable.

The Lighthouse Kingdom had twelve Divine Knights. Although one of them died, the rest were no pushovers.

You're telling me that standing on the top of Earth is as easy as turning your hand?

But if someone else had said that, Yamamoto Furukawa wouldn't have bothered to listen to the whole thing and would have slapped them across the face.

The problem is that the person who said this is someone who has already stepped into the threshold of the Origin level.

Source level.

The value of these two words is enough to make anything that seems impossible possible.

Yamamoto Furukawa's brows furrowed into a tangled mess, his eyes filled with confusion and wariness.

He still didn't quite understand what the White House was talking about.

Recovery? What recovery? Opportunity? What opportunity?

This is all very vague and ambiguous, like a fortune teller trying to fool older women at a street stall. He only paints a rosy picture of the future without mentioning any specifics on how to proceed.

Miyamoto Kenichi had clearly anticipated Yamamoto Furukawa's skeptical expression.

He didn't keep us in suspense any longer and dropped the second bombshell.

"Old Yamamoto, I have a question for you."

Miyamoto Kenichi's tone became serious, so serious that Yamamoto Furukawa felt somewhat uncomfortable.

"If I said—I could help you break through to the Origin level within three days."

Do you believe it?

The air in the room seemed to freeze in that instant.

Yamamoto Furukawa's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

three days?

Breaking through to the Source level?

This wasn't just a sentence; it was a brutal blow to the head of Yamamoto Furukawa.