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

Yamamoto Furukawa remained silent for a long time.

He had to admit that Miyamoto Kenichi's words were like an awl, piercing his weak spot.

Japan is in a terrible state right now.

With the saints all dead, domestic resource points out of control, and on the international stage, they are being suppressed by Sheikha to the point of being unable to raise their heads.

If there really is a way for them to turn things around.

Even if it were a deal with the devil, he would have to think it over.

"What conditions did that envoy offer?"

Yamamoto Furukawa's voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand.

"The conditions are very simple."

Kenichi Miyamoto held up one finger. "One month. At most one month from now, that envoy will officially descend upon Earth with his apostles."

"He needs us to open a sufficiently stable dimensional rift within the territory of the Sakura Kingdom to guide them here."

"It's that simple?"

Yamamoto Furukawa frowned.

"It's that simple. They're looking for something and need a legal smuggling route, so we're the smugglers."

Miyamoto Kenichi smiled.

"And what about the compensation?"

This is the issue that Yamamoto Furukawa is most concerned about.

If you're working for a god and the pay isn't right, you might as well go home and grow sweet potatoes.

Miyamoto Kenichi looked at Yamamoto Furukawa and said calmly, "As long as we help him open the dimensional rift and find what they want, the envoy promised..."

Miyamoto Kenichi paused for a moment, seemingly enjoying the tense expression on Yamamoto Furukawa's face.

"All of us, the core personnel involved in the operation, will break through to the Source level."

All members are at the source level.

These four words struck Yamamoto Furukawa like a heavy hammer blow to the top of his head.

It hit him so hard he saw stars, it made his blood run cold.

His greatest obsession in life was to break through to the demigod level and enter that legendary realm.

Now, this level of attainment is like cabbage in the market.

It was packed up and placed in front of him by Miyamoto Kenichi.

All you have to do is nod, all you have to do is open a door for me.

"Are you kidding me?"

Yamamoto Furukawa's breathing became rapid, and his originally cloudy old eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins.

Like a gambler who's lost everything.

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Miyamoto Kenshin spread his arms wide, his Origin-level aura flowing around him, displaying it without reservation to Yamamoto Furukawa: "I'm the best example. Just a little bit of what someone else might have slipped out from under their fingernails is enough to make us stuffed."

"One month, old Yamamoto, we just need to hold on for this one month."

"In a month, we'll all be at the Source level."

"At that time, what will become of Divine Xia, Gu Xu, or the Divine Knights of the Beacon of Light? They'll all be nothing but chickens and dogs in our eyes."

Miyamoto Kenichi's voice was full of bewitching magic.

Yamamoto Furukawa remained silent.

A fierce battle was raging in his mind.

Reason told him that this was unreliable.

Trying to negotiate with a tiger for its skin will likely result in the tiger chewing you up, bones and all.

Since those false gods treat them like ants, how could they possibly keep their promises?

They might be the first to be silenced after the deed is done.

But greed and fear were tearing at his reason.

If they don't do it, Japan won't last more than a few years.

If he doesn't do it, he'll be stuck at the demigod level for the rest of his life until he dies of old age.

If they don't do it, they'll all be doomed once Gu Xu grows up.

Since death is inevitable either way, why not take a gamble?

What if we win?

What if everyone really reaches the Source level?

The air in the room was so heavy it felt like it was about to drip water.

Miyamoto Kenichi didn't urge him, but simply picked up the glass of flat cola and slowly sipped it.

He was absolutely certain that Yamamoto Furukawa would agree.

Because he knew these old guys too well; they were more afraid of death than anyone else.

But he also craved power more than anyone else.

Time passed by, second by second.

The night outside the window grew darker, and even the moonlight was completely obscured by thick clouds.

Finally, Yamamoto Furukawa let out a long breath.

He seemed to age ten years in that instant, but the light in his eyes was frighteningly bright.

That was a resolute decision made after some kind of crazy decision.

"One month..."

Yamamoto Furukawa murmured to himself.

"Yes, one month."

Miyamoto Kenichi put down his cola cup and looked at him with a smile.

"What preparations do we need to make?" Yamamoto Furukawa raised his head, his voice now calm, but beneath that calm lay a madness capable of destroying everything.

Miyamoto Kenichi smiled, a very bright smile.

"It's very simple."

Miyamoto Kenichi leaned forward and lowered his voice: "The first step is to stabilize things on the Shinxia side. We can't let them realize what we're doing in the next six months."

"That so-called five-party alliance, they can participate if they want, but they can also shirk their responsibilities if they don't want to. They're just covering for us."

Yamamoto Furukawa nodded.

This old fox is absolutely a master at playing double agents.

"Step two."

Miyamoto Kenichi's eyes turned somewhat cruel: "Opening a dimensional rift capable of summoning Apostles requires an extremely large amount of energy. Conventional methods are simply not enough. We need sacrifices."

"Offerings?"

Yamamoto Furukawa frowned.

"Yes, high-quality offerings. Souls, flesh and blood, or... the very essence of a high-ranking professional."

Miyamoto Kenichi licked his lips: "It's time to make those disobedient families in the country, those chaebols who occupy positions without doing anything, contribute something to the country."

Yamamoto Furukawa's heart skipped a beat.

Is this a case of targeting one's own people?

But he hesitated for only a second before nodding heavily.

A merciful general cannot command an army. At this point, I would rather die for my fellow Daoists than for myself.

As long as we can usher in an era where everyone is at the source level, what does it matter if a few people die?

"The final step."

Miyamoto Kenichi stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the abyss rift in the distance.

"We need to figure out where that thing is."

"Didn't the messenger say he didn't know?"

Yamamoto Furukawa asked.

"He didn't know the exact location, but he gave a general area."

Miyamoto Kenichi turned his head and looked at Yamamoto Furukawa, saying seriously, "That thing will most likely appear in some SSS-level secret realm."

"Moreover, this secret realm must be the one most deeply connected to the river of time."

Yamamoto Furukawa's pupils suddenly contracted.

The SSS-level secret realm most deeply intertwined with the river of time?

Several names flashed through his mind in an instant.

The final image was set in a place that struck fear into the hearts of all professionals on Earth.

"You wouldn't be talking about...?"

Yamamoto Furukawa swallowed.

"That's right."

Miyamoto Kenichi grinned, revealing a smile that was more like a grimace. "It's the one that's about to open... the Twilight Temple."

Yamamoto Furukawa gasped for breath.

Although he was now a demigod and no longer needed to breathe to sustain his life, he still felt a chill in his lungs.

The Temple of Twilight.

That forbidden zone, which opens only once every ten years, and even demigods might perish if they enter.

What do false gods need?

Where will it appear?!