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

"Damn, level 80 monsters are still this arrogant?"

Gu Xu stood on the rock, watching the horde of demon-faced monsters rushing towards him. Instead of retreating, he put his hands in his pockets.

He glanced back at the five servants of calamity behind him.

The Bride's red wedding dress fluttered in the still air, Twitch's pustules bubbled, the purple nebula of the Eye of the Ancients spun, the Gravedigger bowed silently, and the Deathbringer spread out a flock of crows overhead, obscuring the sky.

"My little ones."

Gu Xu raised his chin and gestured towards the group of monsters rushing towards him.

"Don't hold back. Teach them to do weird things."

The words fell.

The ghost bride made the first move.

With a gentle wave of the small fan, the blood-red wedding dress transformed into dozens of ribbons that shot out, each ribbon carrying a chilling resentment.

The moment the ribbon touched the first Yellow Springs Masked Demon, it pierced its chest cavity, and the human skin mask cracked open with a "snap," revealing a hideous face full of fangs—then the entire body was torn to pieces by the ribbon.

Twitch vanished in an instant, appearing in the very center of the monster horde the next second.

The bone cane was planted in the ground, and the halo of decay exploded.

Green smoke immediately rose from the bodies of the Yellow Springs-Faced Demons within a radius of more than thirty meters. Their skin rotted at a visible speed, and their originally tough demon skin hissed as if it had been splashed with strong acid.

The Eye of the Past hovered in mid-air, its enormous single eye slowly sweeping across the sky.

Purple disintegrating rays shot out from the eyes, as precise as a laser pointer drawing a PowerPoint presentation.

Wherever the ray swept, the Yellow Springs Masked Demon was completely obliterated, vanishing without a trace from the physical plane.

The tomb keeper simply shook the bronze lamp in his hand.

The death knell tolled.

First word.

The soul trembled.

The dozen or so monsters that were rushing towards Gu Xu froze in place, as if someone had pressed the pause button.

Their bodies were trembling, and the fangs beneath their human skin masks were chattering.

Before they could recover from their dizziness—

The sky above us has darkened.

A million ravens swooped down like a black downpour.

They landed on the frozen monsters, pecking not at flesh and blood, but at the remaining rules and power within them.

In just a few seconds, the first wave of dozens of Yellow Springs Masked Ghosts that rushed over were wiped out.

Only some bubbling residue remained on the yellow stagnant water.

Gu Xu stood on the rock, without moving a single finger the entire time.

[Ding! Detected a group of "Yellow Springs Masked Demons" in a state of extreme fear! Experience points +8000!]

[Ding! Killed an 80-level elite monster, experience points +1!]

[Ding! Experience points +1! +1! +1...]

The familiar notification sound rang in my ears again.

Experience points +1.

Still, it's +1.

Gu Xu sighed.

The experience point system is like a ruthless boss giving out bonuses—you do a ton of work, but you only get a tiny bit in return.

However, these monsters did provide a lot of panic experience.

After all, the feedback of seeing groups of level 80 elite monsters being instantly killed is quite considerable, creating a level of panic.

Gu Xu was too lazy to argue with it.

He continued walking forward with his five followers.

The stone road meandered for about two hundred meters through the yellow puddles.

During this time, we encountered three more waves of Yellow Springs Masked Demons, each wave larger than the last, with the last wave bringing over a hundred of them.

But the outcome was no surprise—the Bride's ribbons, Twitch's halo of decay, the rays of the Eye of the Ancients, the Gravedigger's death knell, and the crows of the Announcing the Dead.

Five measures were taken simultaneously.

It's so efficient, it's like an automatic cleaning robot running at eight times the speed.

Gu Xu walked on stones the whole time, occasionally glancing down at the yellow water under his feet and complaining about the poor hygiene of this secret place.

After traversing the last stretch of wet waterway, the ground beneath our feet finally turned into solid stone slabs.

Gu Xu raised his head.

A huge Japanese-style building appeared before us.

Saying it's "huge" isn't quite accurate. It's more accurate to say it's "unreasonably large."

The building is in the style of a typical Japanese palace, with a double-eaved hip roof, upturned eaves, and each pillar is so thick that it takes two people to hug it.

But its color scheme is its soul—the main colors are bright red and purple, the roof is covered with golden glazed tiles, colorful wind chimes and shimenawa (sacred ropes) hang from the eaves, and the walls are covered with all sorts of fancy patterns.

From a distance, it looks as if someone has forcibly combined the design concepts of a Disney castle and a rural wedding tent.

Flashy.

It's so flashy it's almost an eyesore.

"Is this designer colorblind?"

Gu Xu stood at the building's entrance, tilting his head back to look at it for a few seconds, his expression complex: "Or does the client for this secret realm simply like this nouveau riche gold style?"

He didn't linger long and stepped through the five-meter-high gate.

Inside the gate was a huge courtyard.

The courtyard was ridiculously large, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The ground was covered with grayish-white gravel, with several dried-up man-made irrigation ditches in the middle, the bottom of which was covered with dark red moss.

Several dead cherry trees were planted around the courtyard. Their branches were bare, and instead of petals, they were covered with strips of yellow talismans that rustled in the cold wind.

The yellow fog was thicker than outside.

It was so dense that even the eyes of the past needed to be activated extra to see through it.

Gu Xu slowed his pace.

It wasn't because I was nervous.

It was because he sensed something ahead of him.

Big thing.

In the very center of the courtyard, where the yellow mist was thickest, a massive figure lay lurking.

The moment the perception of the Eye of the Past pierced through the fog, Gu Xu finally saw the whole thing.

His first reaction was—

"Holy crap, it's you again?"

That's right.

That's the worm.

To be precise, it was the worm itself.

What he wiped out earlier outside the secret realm with a Calamity Blade was merely a projection of this thing onto the outside world.

The true form has always been hiding deep within the secret realm, entrenched in the gaudy palace courtyard.

But unlike the projection, the actual object is much larger and much more disgusting.

Its body was perched in the center of the courtyard, its extremely obese flesh piled up like a small hill on the gravel ground.

The skin is grayish-yellow, covered with countless suckers and wart-like protrusions. Some of the suckers are rhythmically opening and closing, each time they open and close, they spray out a small stream of yellow mucus.

Its head—if you can call that a head—was a round, chubby face.

The face was so distorted from being squeezed.

The eyes were squeezed into two slits by fat, the nose was sunken into the flesh with only two holes showing, and the mouth was very big, stretching to the roots of the ears. There were no teeth inside, but instead, there were layers of keratinous folds arranged like a washboard.

It wore a crooked black hat on its head and a hunting robe that was stretched beyond recognition.

Fat squeezed out from every seam of the clothes.