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

Scroll down further, and the style completely spirals out of control.

"Commander Gu, my God! From now on, you are my pillar of strength! I've set your photo as my phone wallpaper, computer desktop, and the cover of my cafeteria meal card!"

"Calm down, upstairs. Can you change the cover of a meal card?"

"No, but I put a sticker on it."

"...You're really something else."

"That felt so good, brothers! You know, from the first day I enlisted, our drill instructors kept telling us, 'If you fall behind, you'll be beaten.' Today I finally saw someone get beaten! And it was a slap! A demigod getting slapped! I can brag about this for the rest of my life!"

"What I'm most curious about now is how Yamamoto Furukawa will explain this to his subordinates when he gets back. He was slapped in the face, stepped on, and kicked by a young man from Shinsha? How can he face his subordinates after that? He might as well just retire."

"Retirement is shameful. I suggested he become a monk with the Dharma name 'Having Been Slapped'."

"Hahahaha, this is hilarious! Stop talking, my stomach hurts from laughing so much."

Upon seeing this, Jiang Shu grinned and laughed for a long time.

Just as she was about to continue scrolling down, a bold, red reply popped up.

The poster's ID is 【斩神军·赵元龙】.

Title: Commander of the God-Slaying Army.

Certification label: Gold V.

Zhao Yuanlong's reply consisted of only one sentence, but the sheer scale and boldness of that sentence perfectly reflected his personality:

"Hey! What are you bragging about? Commander Gu came from our God-Slaying Army! He's my brother, Old Zhao's brother! I even grilled skewers for him myself back then!"

Sure enough, Zhao Yuanlong's reply immediately caused an uproar.

The first person to comment was someone with the ID "Old Li from the Logistics Department": "Bullshit! Zhao Yuanlong, stop trying to glorify yourself! Commander Gu was personally selected and assigned to your God-Slaying Army by Minister Zhang. When did you become your brother, Zhao Yuanlong? So, Minister Zhang favored you and gave you a treasure, and now you're starting to claim kinship?"

Zhao Yuanlong replied instantly: "You don't know anything! Minister Zhang sent people, but I, Old Zhao, gave you my friendship! How could you, a logistics guy, understand this kind of thing?"

Old Li retorted, "Come on! Just tell me, how many times have you met Commander Gu? Are you two so close that you can go to the toilet together?"

Zhao Yuanlong: "...You need to drag someone with you when you go to the toilet?"

Old Li: "That's not the point! The point is, don't try to make yourself look good!"

This conversation sparked a series of onlookers and uproar.

"Deputy Commander Zhao, stop arguing. Minister Zhang is just biased. He gave Commander Gu to your Executioner Army."

"Exactly! Everyone knows Gu Junzhong's background perfectly well!"

"You're getting the better end of the deal and you're still complaining! We're all praising Commander Gu here, what are you, a mere deputy commander, doing causing trouble?"

"That's right! Go play somewhere else!"

Immediately afterwards, someone started a new thread:

[Discussion Thread: What level is Commander Gu's strength now? Demigod? Beyond demigod? Or has he already touched the threshold of the Origin level?]

The comments section of this post is even more lively.

Some people have analyzed the rule levels of the Calamity Realm from a technical perspective.

Some people deduced Gu Xu's true combat strength from his battle performance, while others dug up data from when the previous four demigods were killed for cross-comparison.

Someone else somehow obtained a blurry satellite screenshot, circled the moment Gu Xu slapped the man in red, and then added a large caption below it—

"It is recommended that this image be made into a poster and hung at the entrance of every military base."

Someone replied below: "Support. It's even more inspiring than 'Those who offend our divine Xia, though far away, shall be punished.'"

Another person replied: "No need to make a poster, just send one to Yamamoto Furukawa. It will be an autographed copy."

"A bottle of anti-swelling ointment will be included as a gift to show our sincerity."

"You guys are so mean, hahaha."

The atmosphere of the entire forum was as lively as during the Chinese New Year.

Posts kept popping up, and replies kept increasing, causing the server load to visibly spike to the orange warning line.

The administrator posted a notice in the pinned thread: "Please be mindful of your posting frequency, the server is about to break down."

The first reply below reads: "If you can't handle it, then expand the capacity! On such a good night, you expect me to say less? Why don't you make the sun take a few fewer turns?"

The second reply read: "Don't worry, admin, if the server crashes tonight, I'll personally pay for the repairs!"

The third reply reads: "You're so generous! But can your monthly salary even cover the cost of repairing a server?"

The fourth reply: "Not enough, but I can pay in installments."

Jiang Shu became happier and happier as she looked at it, her mouth stretching to her ears and her eyes curving into two crescent moons.

She chuckled as she swiped the screen, looking just like a child who had secretly eaten candy.

"What are you looking at? Why are you laughing like that?"

Su Qiong walked over and glanced down at her tablet.

"Sister Qiong, come quick! The forum's exploded! It's all praising our commander!"

Jiang Shu excitedly held up the tablet in front of Su Qiong, "Look at this one, this one is well written—'Commander Gu's performance tonight can no longer be described as strong, it should be described as handsome.'"

"Wow, our Calamity Army fired a really loud first shot! We probably won't have to worry about finding people anymore!"

Su Qiong glanced at it, her expression didn't change much, she just gave a faint "hmm".

But Jiang Shu noticed that Su Qiong's gaze lingered on that post for an extra 0.5 seconds.

Although it was only 0.5 seconds more.

But for someone like Su Qiong, 0.5 seconds is enough to illustrate the point.

Jiang Shu chuckled to herself, but wisely kept quiet.

She looked down and scrolled through a few more replies, just about to turn to the next page—

boom!!!

A deafening explosion erupted from the sky.

It wasn't a metaphorical roar, but a physical roar, the sound of air being violently torn apart.

How loud was the sound?

The tablet in Jiang Shu's hand almost flew out of her hand.

The soldiers on duty at the temporary base all looked up.

The tent's canvas rattled loudly from the vibrations, and the water glass on the table slipped to the edge.

The alarms on several military off-road vehicles in the distance were simultaneously triggered.

This is only in Japan, the land of cherry blossoms.

"Wait, look at the sky!"

At that moment, someone inside the base shouted something, causing a commotion.

Jiang Shu and Su Qiong looked up almost simultaneously.

Then they saw it.

above the sky.

The night sky was like a solid black glass sheet, suddenly punched hard by an unseen hand at its highest point.

It cracked.

The sky cracked.

It wasn't the kind of crack found in the Ghost Realm, nor the kind of tearing at the entrance to a secret realm, nor the residue left after an energy explosion.

The sky itself has cracked open.