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

Most importantly, this giant Cthulhu is not an illusion.

It is a real entity.

Because every breath it takes causes the ruins beneath its feet to tremble, its tentacles wriggle, and each wriggle creates subtle folds in the spatial dimensions within a radius of tens of kilometers.

The twin nebula-like eyes slowly scanned everything below.

The gaze was neither targeted nor hostile, but an ultimate sense of oppression from the level of existence poured down upon it.

This is the Lord of the Old Days.

It's not a professional skill, nor is it a projection of a Dharma image.

It's the real deal, it's arrived.

And at the foot of this colossal creature—

Ah no...

Strictly speaking, it's directly below it.

That spot was the only one where a person was still standing within a radius of dozens of miles.

Gu Xu.

He stood there, his left foot on the shattered ruins, with the colossal, sky-covering Cthulhu-like entity behind him.

The black mist in the realm of calamity has stopped churning.

But the clothes still fluttered in the airflow, and the hair was blown slightly upward by the force surging up from below.

However, what's striking is that there's a woman at Gu Xu's feet at this moment...

Without a doubt, it was the Great God of the Underworld.

At this moment, her entire "god" was pressed down on the shattered ground, face down, and Gu Xu's right foot was so delicately stepping on her cheek.

However, that foot was clearly not used with much force.

Even so, the woman on the ground was completely unable to move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I can't.

Visibly, she looked even more miserable now, her new red and white kimono was completely ripped apart.

The right sleeve was completely gone, and only a small section of the left sleeve remained hanging precariously from the shoulder.

The belt around his waist was broken, hanging among the pile of broken bones on the ground, and his exposed skin was covered with wounds of all sizes.

Some of the scars were there before.

Some of them are newly added.

There are far more new injuries than old ones.

There were three parallel claw marks on her back, pecked by a flock of ravens—deep enough to expose the bone, with charred edges.

Those wounds not only tore her body apart, but also tore apart her divinity.

At the base of each claw mark, a dark yellow light was seeping out, and the light was getting weaker and weaker.

His left arm was folded under his body at an unnatural angle.

His face was also distorted.

There was blood at the corner of his mouth, but it wasn't red; it was a dark yellow color.

The essence of the power of the underworld kept overflowing from the corners of her mouth, forming a small pool of glowing liquid on the ground, and the only thing she still held in her hand was the scabbard of that katana.

His right hand gripped the scabbard tightly, his knuckles bulging.

She gripped it so tightly, as if it weren't a scabbard, but her last shred of dignity.

But when your face is being trampled on, dignity is just that—dignity.

Gu Xu looked down at the woman at his feet.

Her eyes were trembling violently.

That wasn't a trembling of anger, it was fear.

A real, tangible fear.

That fear spread from the depths of her pupils and was written undisguisedly on her face.

The arrogance and dignity that I could maintain just now have all collapsed.

Because the foot pressing on her face told her a very simple truth—

She was no match for Gu Xu.

It never has been.

You could even say... it wasn't from the beginning.

She had previously thought that the gap between her and him could be bridged by the energy reserves of the Underworld.

Then she realized it couldn't be made up for.

She also thought that by summoning her Dharma form and entering an awakened state, she could at least fight him to the death.

Then she discovered that even a lose-lose situation was impossible.

The Dharma form is gone. Gone in a single move.

That undead form that had once been invincible to her was torn to shreds like paper the instant Cthulhu's physical form descended.

The difference between the two is not even on the same level.

Gu Xu, of course, had no idea what this false god was thinking. He simply tilted his head, meeting the fearful eyes of the Great God Huang Quanjin, and asked, "Is this your strongest power?"

These words were not spoken loudly, but they were heard very clearly by the Great God of the Underworld in the silent Land of the Dead.

Every word was like a needle, piercing her already battered and bruised heart.

The left eye of the great god Huang Quanjin suddenly shrank.

What she wanted to say.

His lips moved amidst the pile of broken bones, and dark yellow blood seeped from between his teeth.

But in the end, no sound came out.

Gu Xu looked at her for two seconds, then curled his lip: "It's a pity she's all show and no substance."

"Too weak."

When Gu Xu said this, his tone was as calm as if he had just said that the food in the cafeteria was a little too salty today.

But he wasn't just showing off.

What is showing off?

Pretending to be something you're not good at is when you insist you are.

But he really is capable.

That's not showing off, that's stating the facts.

The fact is—this Yellow Springs God in front of us is indeed very strong.

How strong is it?

It's so powerful that if a normal professional of the same level stood here, let alone fight, just seeing that thousand-meter-tall undead avatar descend would be enough to defeat it.

One's mentality will probably collapse first.

But as I said before, Gu Xu is not a normal professional.

It never has been.

What were other professionals doing at eighteen?

Grind monsters in secret realms to gain experience, take on quests at school or in guilds to earn pocket money, and post on forums asking "What weapon is the most cost-effective for first job advancement?"

What was he doing when he was eighteen?

Kill the demigod.

Alaya, the Lord of the Sea Rift of the Forbidden Water Clan, and his three accomplices were all genuine demigods.

He killed him with his own hands.

And this wasn't even the most outrageous thing he had ever experienced.

He had seen source-level projections before.

Even a false god in a higher dimension? He's seen it.

So now let Gu Xu evaluate the skill level of the great god Huang Quanjin.

The evaluation criteria are naturally completely different from those of ordinary people.

Therefore, if Huang Quanjin were to be placed outside, he would be a being that would make all professionals in the world feel as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

But with Gu Xu—it fell a little short.

At best, it's just like, "Oh, so this is your ultimate move."

Okay, it is indeed quite flashy.

Then slap him to death.

……

Just as Gu Xu was lamenting that his opponent's quality was not good, a very familiar notification sound suddenly rang in his ear.

[Ding! Target "Huang Quanjin God" detected to be in a state of extreme fear!]

[Ding! Calamity Growth Talent triggered! Experience +1! Experience +1!]

Gu Xu was taken aback.

Then he lowered his head and glanced at the Yellow Spring God he was stepping on.

fear?

Are you afraid too?

This discovery struck Gu Xu as quite novel.

After all, in his impression, Huang Quanjin had always been arrogant and pretentious since his appearance.

What "I have been waiting for you for a long time", what "container", what "help me go further"?

He speaks very pleasantly and his demeanor is perfectly controlled.

And now you're telling me you're scared?