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

The moment Yamamoto Furukawa made his move, the entire Sakura Country erupted in excitement.

After all, he was a demigod.

A demigod is someone who stands at the pinnacle of all professionals.

The waves surged across the sky.

It seemed that even some of the clouds on the horizon were shaken apart.

Yamamoto Furukawa sensed the anticipation emanating from the gazes below.

His back straightened a bit more.

His demigod pride prevented him from losing.

The expectations of the entire nation of cherry blossoms made him unable to lose.

More importantly—he genuinely felt he might not lose.

That's right, Gu Xu is very strong.

The move that shattered the Kyoto Great Barrier was truly astounding.

but!

Barriers and people are two different things.

The barrier is an inanimate object, while Yamamoto Furukawa is a living person, a demigod, an old monster who has been tempered over hundreds of years.

Gu Xu's Domain of Calamity is a rewriting of rules, a fact he has already come to understand.

This capability is almost unsolvable when faced with a fixed defense structure—it's like no matter how much encryption you use, you can't prevent a hacker from simply smashing your router.

But what if you're facing a living demigod?

He has his own domain, his own rules, and his own will to support him.

As long as you can build up your defenses with all your might the instant the opponent's attack arrives, compressing your demigod domain to its limit, making it as indestructible as a diamond—

He bet he could hold on.

It won't take long.

Just one strike.

If we can withstand this blow, tonight's events will be over.

We'll get back the face we've lost later.

Miyamoto Kenichi said that the messenger of the false god is about to arrive.

By then, everything will be different.

Yamamoto Furukawa's domain exploded around him, centered on him.

An ancient, desolate, and illusory space coalesced and took shape around his body.

Within that domain, the faint phantoms of countless ancient swords appeared, each radiating a chilling killing intent.

The blade energy crisscrossed, weaving together an invisible iron wall.

It is good at both offense and defense.

This is the domain form that Yamamoto Furukawa, as a demigod, honed over hundreds of years—the Domain of Ten Thousand Blades Returning to the Source.

Within the domain, ten thousand blades form a wall, ten thousand blades serve as spears.

Any attack that enters the area will be deflected, cut, and neutralized by millions of sword energies.

At the same time, the sword shadows scattered throughout the area will attack the intruders on their own, like a pack of hungry wolves hunting down a lone prey.

He is ready.

The demigod's domain was operating at full power; the katana was drawn three inches from its sheath, and the aura reached its peak.

He is waiting.

Waiting for Gu Xu to make a move.

--Then.

He waited a second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Inside the Styx Ghost Carriage opposite, Gu Xu remained in the same posture.

One leg was crossed over the other, his arm was resting on the handrail, and his expression even seemed a little bored.

It's like they're waiting for something.

It's also like she's simply too lazy to move.

Just as a bad feeling was rising in Yamamoto Furukawa's heart—

Gu Xu moved.

There is no pre-animation.

There was no power buildup.

There are no fancy sound or light effects.

He simply stood up from the Styx palanquin and then—disappeared.

Yes, it's gone.

It didn't fly away, it didn't teleport, it wasn't even teleported.

Instead, it simply evaporated from everyone's perception.

Kanzaburo's pupils suddenly contracted.

He subconsciously unleashed all his sensory abilities to pinpoint Gu Xu's location—but found nothing.

empty.

Clean and tidy.

It was as if a person named Gu Xu had never existed in this world.

but.

At the very instant that Kanzaburo's senses detected a void.

Yamamoto Furukawa's expression changed.

Everything has changed completely.

The composure and resolve that had remained on that face vanished in that instant, replaced by an indescribable shock!

A dignified demigod, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of years, with two clear words written on his face.

Shocked!

Because he sensed it.

There's no need to look for Gu Xu's location—he already knows.

Gu Xu is in his field.

It's not on the edge of the field.

Not a mid-level domain.

It is the core of his field.

Right beside him. So close that you could feel his breath on his face.

How is this possible?!

The Myriad Blades Return to the Origin Domain is a demigod domain that he spent over two hundred years refining and perfecting!

There are seven layers of nested blade formations for defense, from the outer perimeter to the core!

Let alone a living person, even a mosquito trying to fly in from outside would be cut into molecular-sized pieces!

But Gu Xu came in.

And the way they came in—

It wasn't a forced entry.

It's not for breaking the formation.

They came straight through.

It was as if the seven-layered defense line that Yamamoto Furukawa had spent two hundred years building did not exist in the eyes of the other party at all.

I didn't even touch the door frame when I went in.

Because there's a door there, isn't there?

Before the realm of calamity—there is none.

It was at that moment that Yamamoto Furukawa truly understood one thing.

The ease with which Gu Xu crushed the Great Barrier of Kyoto was not a show, nor was it pretentious—it was genuinely that easy.

Whether it's a barrier or a domain.

Things that are on a completely different level from this monster in terms of rules are all just paper in front of him.

Before Yamamoto Furukawa could even recover from the shock...

Before he could even make any defensive reaction.

He hadn't even fully drawn the katana yet—

His demigod domain, the Myriad Blades Returning to One Domain that he was so proud of, was being forcibly suppressed from within by an irresistible force.

The feeling was so vivid.

It's like a person is holding up an umbrella with all their might, and suddenly an elephant sits down on the umbrella.

It wasn't broken open.

It was crushed.

The wandering sword shadows in the Ten Thousand Blades Returning to the Origin Domain were like flames doused with cold water, extinguished, shattered, and dissipated one after another.

Those sword energy barriers formed by his will were as fragile as window paper, overwritten by the rules of the Calamity Domain.

layer.

Two layers.

Three floors.

The seven layers of defense were completely crushed in less than 0.3 seconds.

The domain has collapsed.

Yamamoto Furukawa felt as if he had been shoved hard from behind, and his body involuntarily staggered forward half a step.

A metallic sweetness welled up in my mouth, and I almost spat it out.

He struggled to steady himself and opened his eyes wide.

Then he saw Gu Xu.

Close at hand.

Gu Xu was standing right in front of him, less than two meters away.

So close that Yamamoto Furukawa could see the barely noticeable mole on the other person's chin.

He was so close that he could smell a faint...convenience store sausage scent on the other person?

But he didn't have time to think about the source of the flavor.

Because at the very moment he saw Gu Xu—

He also saw Gu Xu's raised right hand.

The hand was open, with its five fingers spread out and the palm facing outwards.

The movements were not fast; in fact, one could say they were rather slow.

So slow that Yamamoto and Furukawa could see it clearly.

But it was precisely this "clear visibility" that made him even more desperate.

Because he could see it clearly—but couldn't avoid it.

My body won't obey me anymore.