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

As for Ivan's attire...

He was wearing a heavy, dark overcoat with the collar turned up, obscuring half of his face.

The exposed part is an old scar that extends from the left cheek to the chin.

This scar wasn't an accident; it was left during a direct confrontation with beings from a higher-dimensional realm.

Ivan never covered it up; on the contrary, he would often touch it, as if he were touching a medal.

There were two people standing behind him.

The one on the left is Dmitry, a middle-aged man. He is a head shorter than Ivan, but his width makes up for it, making him look like a breathing wall.

His hair was gray, short, and his brow bones were very prominent, beneath which were a pair of perpetually squinting yellow eyes.

The one on the right is Natalia.

The only female demigod in the Northern League.

When the word "woman" is associated with someone, many people may subconsciously imagine a delicate or frail figure.

But Natalia is not.

She was tall with unexpectedly broad shoulders. Her long, silvery-white hair was braided into a thick braid and swung down her back. Her face had strong lines, and her features had the kind of contours that had been honed in the harsh cold.

She wasn't exactly graceful, but she had a very strong presence.

Of the three, Ivan and Dmitry's auras were heavier and more direct, like a northern blizzard.

Natalia's aura was very deep, as if a thick layer of frozen soil was buried underground.

……

On the Europa Federation side, there are two people.

One of them was named Olivier.

The man was of average height, neither too tall nor too short, and wore a meticulously tailored dark blue long trench coat. His hair was neatly combed to one side.

He was carrying an exquisitely crafted silver cane.

If you bumped into him on the street, you would probably think he was a senior designer for a top luxury brand or the heir to a long-established European family.

No one would have guessed that this person was a demigod.

But he was indeed a demigod.

Moreover, he's not a newcomer; Olivier has been navigating the demigod circles of the Europa Federation for over a hundred years.

The seasoned veteran is almost as cunning as the Heavenly Monk.

He stood there, the bottom of his cane pointing into the void, his expression elegant, a faint smile always playing on his lips.

It felt like attending a high-end cocktail party, not like vying for a national treasure.

The other one is called Heda.

He is of Nordic descent, blond, and about the same height as Ivan, but much younger, looking no more than thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a pair of gray-green eyes.

He wore a simple dark gray combat suit without any extra decorations, with two ancient-style battle axes hanging at his waist, crossed and inserted into his belt.

……

The beacon of light.

There were three people, with Jacob in the lead.

This person's fame ranks among the top five globally in the demigod community.

He's a real old monster.

Judging from his appearance, he was in his fifties, with dark brown skin, short hair, and a strong build. He was wearing a faded old camouflage jacket with an old badge pinned to his chest that was illegible.

Jacob's aura was unique; it was understated and unassuming, quietly concealing itself.

But when you stand in the same air as him, you have a gut feeling—

This person is not someone to be trifled with.

It's not that kind of intuition that "you feel he's not someone to mess with," it's your body's instinct telling you that this person is dangerous and you should go around him.

Behind him were two people, one a tall white man with very light blue eyes, whose temperament was completely different from Jacob's; he was the kind of person who looked aggressive at first glance.

He stood there, his breath surging outwards, clearly not in complete control.

Rhodes, the demigod of the Lighthouse Nation.

The other one is called Maya.

He was of mixed race, with darker skin, short, neat hair, and a few fine lines on his face. They weren't wrinkles, but small scars left from battle.

She stood between Jacob and Rod, arms crossed, a faint smile playing on her lips.

I don't know what she's thinking.

……

Including Sheikha, South India, Sakura, the Northern Alliance, the Europa Federation, and the Beacon of Light, plus a few demigods from other small and medium-sized powers.

At this moment, there are a total of twenty-one demigods gathered in the sky above this sea area.

Twenty-one demigods.

Wang Cang glanced around, made a rough count, then shook his head, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and muttered, "They're all here."

This sounds simple, but it contains a lot of information.

Source-level energy sources exist in every country in the world.

However, the source level cannot be moved casually; moving even one part would cause a world-class tremor.

No rational or normal country would send source-level weapons to the front lines.

Therefore, this time, the elite demigods from various countries have come.

in other words--

All the strongest non-source-level combat forces were concentrated in this sea area.

In this situation, calling it tense and confrontational would be an understatement.

Everyone is scrutinizing everyone else.

On the surface, he appears calm and collected, but upon closer inspection, his eyes reveal a calculating mind.

Who goes first? Once inside, how do you grab the loot? And if you grab it, how do you escape?

How can we defend if they run away?

These questions are racing through everyone's minds.

But no one moved.

The reason is simple—the light sphere hasn't been activated yet.

The seven-colored rhombus-shaped sphere of light was suspended there, its surface shimmering with a slow, flowing rainbow of light, as if it were running a very long progress bar.

The door only opened after the progress bar finished running.

If the door isn't open, rushing in is pointless; you'll only waste your energy and embarrass yourself in front of everyone.

No demigod would do such a thing.

So let's wait, let's all wait together.

But waiting itself is a torment.

Especially when you know what's inside the sphere of light.

The source of God.

One of the most crucial things for a demigod to advance to the Origin level.

If used directly, it could theoretically transform a powerful individual who had been stuck at the top of the demigod realm for decades.

Push it directly over the threshold.

Whichever country manages to take back more of the Source of God in this struggle will have one more trump card to play on the global stage.

The value and cost of such a trump card are impossible to calculate.

That's why so many people came.

That's why everyone's breathing was three times heavier than usual.

Even Wang Cang, this old rogue who had been squatting in Kunlunxu for over thirty years and had seen all sorts of things, was not fooled.

At this moment, I couldn't help but take another look at that ball of light.

The seven-colored light reflected in his eyes, flickering and changing.

A pipe of tobacco dangled from the corner of his mouth, its embers flickering in the sea breeze.

……

While the top demigods of all the major powers around the world were fixated on that source of divinity.

Northern League, South, Ural Ridge Mountains.

This mountain range stretches from north to south for hundreds of kilometers and is covered by thick snow all year round, appearing as a vast expanse of white as far as the eye can see.

The mountain range itself is not the focus.

The key point is that thing in the sky above the mountains.

That was a dimensional rift.

However, calling it a "crack" is actually an underestimation of its size.