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

First, the topmost layer of grayish-yellow skin lost its support and collapsed limply downwards.

Then comes the middle layer of fat and muscle tissue, which rapidly shrinks, deforms, and rots like a melting candle.

The densely packed suction cups all deflated within seconds.

It turned into a series of gray pits.

The wart-like protrusions burst open, spraying out puffs of yellow liquid that hissed and smoked as it landed on the gravel ground.

It evaporated completely in no time.

That round, chubby head—now only half a chubby head—was tilted to one side, and its two slit-like eyes finally closed completely.

The black hat had fallen to the ground at some point, covered in yellow pus, and looked like a tattered hat that someone had picked up from a trash can.

Ebisu's Yomi Edo Tensei domain collapsed along with it.

The gray-black soil no longer churns, no longer provides energy.

The yellow mist retreated rapidly from every corner of the courtyard like a receding tide, as fast as if someone were whipping it from behind.

A few seconds later, the yellow mist in the courtyard dissipated completely.

What was revealed was a mess of rubble and debris, and in the very center, a massive, rapidly decaying mountain of flesh.

[Ding! LV95 Lord-level BOSS defeated: Ebisu, the Fallen God of the Underworld]

[Experience points +1...]

[Ding! You have reached the job advancement bottleneck; your level remains unchanged!]

[Ding! Mythical item dropped: Crescent Moon Fan of the Underworld]

The next moment, a beam of light rose from the pile of decaying wreckage in Ebisu.

It is a fan.

To be precise, it is a round fan.

The fan is entirely black, with a pattern painted on it—a blood-red crescent moon hanging in the dark sky.

Under the moonlight lies a bottomless abyss.

The fan ribs are made of some unknown white bone material, which feels icy cold to the touch.

The next moment, the panel popped up automatically.

【Name: Crescent Moon - Yellow Springs Fan】

[Quality: Mythical]

[Slot: Weapon]

[Equipment Level: LV90]

[Attributes: Constitution +12000, Spirit +15000, Strength +17000, Agility +10000]

【Special Effect 1: Moonlit Life (Active) – Unfolds a fan, releasing a crescent moon domain centered on the caster. All enemy targets within the domain have their health regeneration effects reduced to zero, including but not limited to natural health regeneration, skill healing, item recovery, and passive regeneration. Duration: 30 minutes. Cooldown: 6 hours.】

[Entry 2: Wind of the Underworld (Active) – Wields a fan to unleash a wind blade carrying the power of the Underworld. Upon hitting a target, the wind blade plants a "Seed of the Underworld" within the target's body. The seed grows every 10 seconds, each growth absorbing 5% of the target's current health and converting it into the user's health. The seed cannot be removed until the target dies or the battle ends.]

After looking at the panel, Gu Xu couldn't help but feel a slight joy on his face.

Great stuff, absolutely great stuff.

Although it's not very useful to me, it's perfect for my wife!

"Wife, come here!"

Thinking of this, Gu Xu waved to the ghost bride.

The ghost bride floated to his side, her gaze falling on the fan in his hand, her dark eyes flashing.

"My husband has a fan in his hand now."

The tone was soft, gentle, and pleasant to hear.

"Ahem, this is equipment, equipment."

He quickly explained, "Hey, honey, this is a gift for you!"

The ghost bride was slightly taken aback, then reached out her delicate hand, took the fan, and smiled sweetly: "Everything my husband gives me is a good thing."

Although her face was covered by a red veil, her expression was not visible.

But Gu Xu could still sense his wife's happiness.

Seeing that his wife was having fun, Gu Xu didn't say anything more, but clapped his hands.

The Styx Ghost Carriage emerged from the void.

The vengeful spirits carrying the wedding procession neatly placed the bright red sedan chair in front of him.

"Let's go. Continue."

Gu Xu lifted the sedan curtain and climbed in, leaning back and crossing his legs.

"This is only the first level. What's described above is the first stage; there will most likely be a second and third level later on."

He tilted his head: "Strike while the iron is hot, and wipe them all out in one go."

The five servants of calamity returned to their respective positions.

The Styx ghost sedan chair, carried by the vengeful spirits escorting the bride, slowly rose and drifted towards the faintly visible stone gate deep within the courtyard.

Millions of ravens circled overhead, their black wings obscuring the entire sky.

The scene of this large group advancing deeper into the secret realm, while described as cleaning up the realm, looks more like an ancient evil god's procession.

Sometimes, pomp and circumstance aren't something you deliberately create; they're something you naturally possess.

……

Let's turn back time.

Outside the secret.

After being slapped away, stomped on in the face, and kicked to the ground by Gu Xu, Yamamoto Furukawa was sent flying.

I lay there for a long time in that pile of rubble and ruins.

So long that Kanzaburo went from "not daring to go forward" to "having no choice but to go forward."

There was really no other way but to go forward.

Because Yamamoto Furukawa had been lying there motionless for more than five minutes.

five minutes.

This amount of time would normally be the time it takes to watch two short videos, but for a demigod...

If someone remains motionless for five minutes, it means they are either in deep meditation or have fainted.

Kanzaburo prefers the latter.

But he wasn't quite sure.

What if Lord Yamamoto didn't faint, but was just processing his emotions on his own?

At this point, would you approach him and ask, "Sir, are you alright?"

Isn't that like rubbing salt into someone's wound?

This is the difficulty of being a subordinate.

If your boss gets beaten up, you should show concern, but you can't appear too concerned.

Being too concerned is like reminding your boss "you just got hit," while not being concerned enough makes you seem heartless.

This balance is too difficult to strike.

After rubbing his hands together for five minutes, Kanzaburo finally gritted his teeth and walked over.

"Yama...Yamamoto-sama?"

His voice was very low, the kind of volume you'd use to avoid waking a sleeping baby.

Although what was lying in front of him was not an infant, but a demigod.

A demigod who had just been slapped across the face.

A muffled exhalation came from the pile of rubble.

Yamamoto Furukawa did not faint.

He was awake.

I was awake the whole time.

He wasn't processing his emotions during those five minutes; he was suppressing them.

To be precise, it was using up all the composure a demigod had cultivated over hundreds of years.

To prevent oneself from doing something irrational.

For example, committing murder in a fit of rage.

For example, self-destructing on the spot.

For example, he could rush into the secret realm and perish together with Gu Xu.

Every thought popped into his head in those five minutes, only to be suppressed one by one.

Finally, Yamamoto Furukawa sat up from the pile of rubble.

His movements were so slow that even the sound of gravel sliding off his body was exceptionally clear.

Her gray hair was scattered all over the ground, her kimono was torn in several places, and the blood at the corner of her mouth had dried and formed a dark red scab.

Half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun.

When Kanzaburo saw Yamamoto Furukawa sit up, half of the weight was lifted from his heart.

But then it was brought up again—because Yamamoto Furukawa's gaze was a bit off.