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

How many years did Yamamoto Furukawa stay at the demigod level?

decades.

That's an understatement!

For decades, we have been upgrading, comprehending, and refining our original essence.

Every attempt to break through ended in failure.

Each failure made him realize more clearly that the gap between demigods and source-level beings could not be bridged by time and effort alone.

That was an insurmountable barrier.

A formidable barrier that countless people cannot cross in their entire lives.

And now, this guy in the floral shirt in front of him is telling him casually—three days.

It will only take three days to get through.

If someone else had said those words, Yamamoto Furukawa would have slapped them across the face without hesitation and yelled, "Are you out of your mind?"

But Miyamoto Kenichi is different.

Because he himself is living proof.

A person who was on the same level as Yamamoto Furukawa just a few months ago has now stepped into the Source level.

His very existence is the strongest proof that the "impossible" becomes the "possible".

Yamamoto Furukawa's Adam's apple bobbed, and he managed to squeeze out a few words from his dry throat: "What did you say?"

"You heard me right."

Miyamoto Kenichi's expression was calm, as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today. "Three days, at most three days, and you will have the same power as me."

Yamamoto Furukawa was silent.

As he processed those words, a dangerous alarm bell rang wildly in his head.

wrong.

That's not right at all.

There is no free lunch.

Even if it falls, it's still a pie coated in arsenic.

Breakthrough to the Origin Level in three days?

If such a good thing really existed, the price would certainly be extremely terrifying.

What made him even more uneasy was that he sensed an extremely subtle sense of unease about Miyamoto Kenichi.

This sense of incongruity does not originate from the level of aura or power.

Rather, it stemmed from Miyamoto Kenichi's attitude.

Someone who breaks through to the Origin level should, in theory, be overjoyed and eager to announce it to the world.

However, instead of being overjoyed, Miyamoto Kenichi appeared overly calm.

Her composure was chilling.

It's like... his breakthrough to the Origin level wasn't the result of his own cultivation, but rather something given to him by someone else.

Yamamoto Furukawa's eyes became unusually sharp.

"Miyamoto."

He addressed the other person by their surname without any honorifics: "What exactly are you trying to say? Don't beat around the bush with me."

Miyamoto Kenichi stared into Yamamoto Furukawa's eyes for two seconds, then smiled.

"Okay, then I won't beat around the bush."

He pointed to the side, his finger pointing directly out the window.

The night sky outside the window was pitch black, with a faint, dark red glow emanating from the locations of several deep abyssal fissures in the distance.

"Old Yamamoto, have you ever thought about this?"

Miyamoto Kenichi's voice suddenly became very soft, so soft that it sounded like he was telling a forbidden secret.

"Since the beginning of global digitalization, so many years have passed. All of us—whether it's Sheikha, the Beacon, or our own Japan—have been fighting to the death against foreign races."

"We kill the monsters that emerge from the abyss rifts. We also kill the invading armies of alien races. Everyone regards the alien races as irreconcilable enemies, wishing they could eradicate them completely."

Yamamoto Furukawa squinted, not understanding why he suddenly brought up this topic.

"But have you ever thought about this—"

Miyamoto Kenichi's next words were like a red-hot iron awl, piercing straight into Yamamoto Furukawa's ears.

"What if we don't treat other races as enemies?"

Yamamoto Furukawa's brow twitched suddenly.

"If I were to say that we are not only not enemies of other races—" Miyamoto Kenichi's voice grew softer and softer, but the weight of each word grew heavier and heavier.

"On the contrary, we can make use of them."

"Use their power to break through our own limits."

Do you believe it?

The moment the last three words landed.

Yamamoto Furukawa seemed to have been struck by something, and froze on the spot.

His mind was racing, countless clues intertwining and colliding in his head, ultimately converging into a conclusion that sent chills down his spine.

Miyamoto Kenichi was able to break through from demigod to Origin level in a short period of time.

He said he could get Yamamoto Furukawa to the same level in three days.

He mentioned foreign races.

He said that the power of other races could be used to break through the limits.

Piecing these pieces together, the answer becomes clear.

"you--"

When Yamamoto Furukawa's voice was squeezed out of his throat, it sounded like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"You've colluded with alien races?!"

The moment those words were spoken, Yamamoto Furukawa's entire demeanor changed.

His aura exploded instantly, and the pressure of a demigod was like a tangible gale, lifting a corner of the tatami mats in the room.

The teacup rolled off the table and shattered into pieces on the floor.

The calligraphy and paintings on the wall were torn apart by the blast wave, making a crackling sound.

Yamamoto Furukawa's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Miyamoto Kenichi!

That's more than just anger.

It was a complex emotion that mixed shock, betrayal, and a deep-seated fear.

"Kenichi Miyamoto! Do you know what you're doing?!"

Yamamoto Furukawa strode up to Miyamoto Kenichi, his finger almost poking the other's nose.

His voice trembled, not from fear, but from the rage that threatened to explode.

"Baka! Have you forgotten the lesson you learned back then?!"

Back then—these two words carry an extremely heavy meaning in the history of Japan.

That was a dark chapter in history that almost all of Japan's high-ranking officials were unwilling to mention.

Decades ago, the Kingdom of Sakura once attempted to cooperate with a foreign race.

The decision-makers at the time believed that instead of fighting to the death with the alien races in the abyss, it would be better to try communication and negotiation, and even bring in some of the alien races' power to serve their own purposes.

The results of it?

That so-called "cooperation" ultimately turned into an absolute disaster.

The introduced alien power was not only not controlled, but instead backfired on the entire experimental team.

That incident directly resulted in the loss of three saints and one demigod in the Sakura Kingdom.

And an entire city.

Half of that city still lies submerged at the bottom of the sea, becoming a paradise for deep-sea creatures.

This is one of the most painful lessons in the history of extraordinary individuals in the Sakura Kingdom, and it is also the origin of the ironclad rule of "never cooperating with other races".

That's why Yamamoto Furukawa reacted so strongly when he realized that Miyamoto Kenichi might be involved with alien races.

This is not rage.

This is fear.

He wasn't afraid of what Miyamoto Kenichi would do to him; he was afraid of history repeating itself.

"Have you forgotten the tragedy at Shimo Castle?"

Yamamoto Furukawa gritted his teeth, each word dripping with blood: "That city still lies submerged at the bottom of the sea! One demigod, three saints! Three! Plus the hundreds of thousands of civilians in the city! All because those fools thought they could use the power of an alien race!"

"And the result? What a load of rubbish! We were used as toys by the alien race! As a petri dish!"