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

The air in the courtyard suddenly became unusually heavy.

It wasn't compressed, but rather stagnated, as if an unseen hand had slowed down the flow of time by a tiny bit.

The yellow mist floating above the defiled land of the underworld paused briefly where the bell tolled, and the originally slowly wriggling poisonous mist particles all froze in mid-air.

It looks like someone took a picture of the entire courtyard.

On Ebisu's round, enormous face, his two slit-like eyes suddenly trembled.

The soul trembled.

This effect is not limited by level, size, or whether you are a concept-level BOSS.

If you have a soul, you have to take this.

Even if your soul has rotted to the point of smelling like the filth beneath your feet, it is still a soul, still within the range of the death knell.

Ebisu's body went into a state of near-absence for an extremely short time.

This blank stare probably lasted for less than a second.

For a level 95 lord-level BOSS, a second of being stunned is almost nothing.

The problem is that the gravedigger is not fighting alone.

It only needs to create this one-second gap.

The gravedigger did not pause at all when the gap appeared.

The bronze lamp swayed again in its hand.

This time the shaking was a little bigger than the last time.

The color of the lights changed from grayish-white to grayish-black.

The second toll of the death knell.

Life is failing.

This sound is completely different from the first one.

If the first sound was like pressing the pause button on your soul, then the second sound was like pouring a bucket of cold water directly into the very source of your life.

The effect is obvious.

The thick layer of yellow foul air surrounding Ebisu's body disappeared the moment the second death knell fell.

It visibly dimmed.

The thick, yellow fog, which was as thick as soy milk, turned into a thin mist.

The flow rate of the venom that was constantly seeping from Ebisu's body slowed down by nearly a third.

The frequency of the suction cups opening and closing also decreased, and the original hissing sound became intermittent.

The entire worm looked as if a huge amount of energy had suddenly been drained from it.

Gu Xu stood at a distance, watching this scene, and nodded slightly.

The Gravekeeper's output method is completely different from the other servants of the Calamity.

It does not cause direct harm.

What it does is weaken.

Pull down the enemy's attributes and suppress the enemy's status.

However, the third tone is not needed now.

Ebisu's health is still full, far from the 30% kill threshold.

The Gravekeeper's role is to continuously provide debuffs, creating opportunities for the other servants of calamity to deal damage.

It was during the window of opportunity when Ebisu's foulness diminished due to the reduction of the death knell effect—

It got dark overhead.

Millions of ravens swooped down from the sky.

The one who announced the death spread his wings.

The enormous raven, far larger than its kind, hovered in the very center of the flock, its two black, jewel-like eyes staring down at the wriggling worm at its feet.

It didn't make a sound, and it didn't need to.

It only needs to look.

One glance is enough.

A million ravens simultaneously folded their wings and swooped down.

The scene didn't look like a flock of birds attacking; it looked more like the sky itself was collapsing.

The black feathers, as dense as raindrops, blocked out the last bit of light in the courtyard.

The flock of crows landed on Ebisu's massive body, covering it in a dense layer.

Normally, a bird pecking at a worm would be a fairly ordinary scene.

But this worm was as big as an entire hill, and the flock of ravens numbered a million.

Once the scale is scaled up, everything changes.

The ravens opened and closed their beaks, but what they pecked at was not flesh and blood.

Divine scavenger.

They are pecking at the remaining rules on Ebisu's body.

The underlying rules and structures that support conceptual terms such as the Yellow Springs' filthy body, unclean rebirth, and the mockery of the God of Fortune are being gnawed away bit by bit.

This attack produced no blood, no wounds, and appeared to involve no physical contact whatsoever.

When the raven pecked at Ebisu's skin, it didn't just peck off a piece of skin, but rather a small, invisible, intangible, yet undeniably real "something."

Ebisu sensed it.

It let out a screech that was completely different from before.

When a piece of its flesh was blasted away by the disintegrating ray, its hiss was filled with more anger and stress-induced pain, like the reaction of being stepped on.

But this time, the scream was accompanied by panic.

Yes, a level 95 lord-level BOSS felt panic at this moment.

Because it realized what the one who had told the dead was doing.

Those ravens were not harming its body.

It is not afraid of physical harm.

The concept of impure rebirth is there; as long as the unclean soil of the underworld remains, the flesh that was severed can grow back in seconds.

But the rules are different. Once the rules are broken, they can't be restored.

It's like someone tearing down a wall of your house; you can rebuild it.

But if someone slowly pulls away the foundation of your house, you won't even have anywhere to patch it up.

Ebisu twisted his body desperately, trying to shake off the dense swarms of black ravens covering him.

Its burly body rolled around in the courtyard, crushing the grayish-white pebbles into powder and rubbing the ground, which had been covered with red silk by the Underworld Marriage Domain, into a mushy mess.

But the ravens remained unmoved.

Millions of ravens are immune to all conventional physical and magical damage.

You can roll around, shake, and press down on them, but it's no different from tickling them.

The ravens trapped under the massive body would temporarily transform into a cloud of black mist, only to coalesce again after the body rolled away and continue pecking.

It's not very efficient, but it's extremely stable.

Moreover, the effect of this pecking is cumulative.

The amount of food a raven can peck off in one go is minuscule, perhaps less than one ten-thousandth.

But what if a million of them peck at the same time?

Ten thousand tiny occurrences added together become a considerable number.

Gu Xu could sense that Ebisu's Underworld Evil Body Domain was shrinking at a slow but definite pace.

Previously, the foul air could cover the entire courtyard, but now it has shrunk to a radius of about ten meters.

Ten meters isn't much, but the trend has already been established.

Given enough time, the one who announces death can devour all the rules on this worm.

By then, all the talk of the Yellow Springs, the unclean rebirth, and the mockery of the God of Fortune will become empty shells.

Ebisu was clearly aware of this as well.

Then it made a reaction that none of the servants of calamity present had anticipated.

It smiled.

It's not just an ordinary laugh. It's a hearty laugh that involves the entire facial muscles, from the folds of skin to the muscles themselves.

His round, chubby face suddenly split open.

Its mouth stretched from ear to ear—this isn't a figure of speech; its mouth really did circle its entire face.

The folds of skin rubbed against each other with a teeth-grinding force, making a crunching sound.

The sound was like someone scratching a blackboard with their fingernails.

God of good fortune.

The smile ripples outwards regardless of distance or obstacles.

Gu Xu was the first to be affected.