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

But what truly chilled everyone to the bone wasn't just the panel itself.

It's that passage in the panel description.

"He was defeated and fell by Chaos Fibonacci, one of the twenty-two ancient false gods."

Twenty-two ancient false gods.

These words were like a needle, piercing the nerves of every demigod present.

Wang Cang narrowed his eyes.

He chewed on the sentence repeatedly, and with each chew, the bitterness in his mouth increased.

As I said before... Secret Realms and Dungeons are different.

The secret realm is based on real historical events.

This is a consensus that has been gradually verified and reached by the leaders of all countries through years of exploration of secret realms.

Each secret realm corresponds to a real event in some corner of this universe.

The monsters in the secret realm did not appear out of thin air; they were once real beings.

That is to say-

The information on the panel is not fabricated.

The Azure Star Divine Realm did actually exist.

The Lord of the Blazing Sun was a real person.

That war of gods that lasted for three thousand years was a real event.

Chaos Fibonacci, who launched that divine war, was also a real person.

An existence capable of conquering and destroying a level 115 god-lord.

There are twenty-two such entities.

This amount of information is explosive.

A thin layer of cold sweat seeped out from Wang Cang's back.

Before this, what was the understanding of the universe among the major powers on Earth?

A breeding ground for venomous insects.

The top leaders of all countries have more or less guessed this.

Blue Star and other planes are arenas set up by some higher-level beings.

The emergence of professionals, the invasion of alien races, and the collision between planes.

Essentially, it's all a game of raising treacherous creatures.

Whoever manages to break through will be the strongest Gu.

This realization, though harsh, at least gave them a framework.

A framework that would allow them to understand the rules by which the world works.

But now that framework is broken.

Because they discovered that they were not any kind of Gu at all.

At least a Gu poison still has the value of being chosen.

They don't even qualify as Gu.

A level 115 god-lord is merely a defeated opponent of twenty-two false gods.

The strongest source-level being on the entire planet Earth is less than 110.

They're not even in the same league.

This is like you always thinking you're the biggest fish in the tank.

Then one day, the glass of the fish tank broke.

You see the ocean outside.

There are whales in the ocean.

But the whale tells you it's just food for some larger creature.

That feeling of suffocation cannot be described by fear alone.

It is a feeling of disorientation after one's cognition has been completely overturned.

The golden runes on the Skywalker Monk trembled slightly in mid-air.

A crack appeared in his expression.

This top demigod of the South Indian Kingdom had cultivated for countless years and considered himself to have reached a state of perfect enlightenment, remaining unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him.

But at that moment, his lips moved, and he managed to utter two words: "Absurd..."

Yes, it's absurd.

The whole thing is utterly absurd.

They went through countless hardships to break into the high-dimensional secret realm, all for the sake of vying for the source of the gods.

The results of it?

The mobs in the first level almost wore them down.

They finally managed to break through to the sphere together.

Then a level 115 gatekeeper appeared.

This is outrageous enough.

But what was even more outrageous was that Wang Cang's pupils suddenly contracted at that moment.

He thought of something.

Something even more chilling to his heart than the level 115 monster before him.

His senses spread wildly outwards at that moment, searching and confirming the existence of something.

Then he confirmed it.

No.

There was nothing there.

On this level 115 Sun God Lord, on that crimson sphere, and in every corner around—he sensed no aura of the Source of God.

Not a single bit.

What does this mean?

This means that their goal for this trip—the source of the gods—is not here at all.

This level 115 Sun God Lord is not the final boss.

He was merely a gatekeeper.

A gatekeeper.

Wang Cang's lips were pressed into a thin line.

If level 115 is just a gatekeeper, then what comes after?

What comes next?

What level is that being who truly possesses the source of the gods?

120? 130? Or even higher?

A number they wouldn't even dare to dream of?

The moment this thought crossed Wang Cang's mind, he felt as if someone had hit the back of his head hard with a sledgehammer.

It wasn't just him.

Everyone present thought of the same thing.

Their expressions varied.

But one thing is common to all.

That's ugly.

Extremely ugly

Jacob's jaw muscles tensed.

His gaze was fixed on the golden-armored warrior, his eyes churning with complex emotions.

It's hard to say whether it's anger or helplessness.

It's possible that both are true.

Olivier's hand holding the sword fell limp, as if half the blood had been suddenly drained from his body.

Asaba Sakura from the Cherry Blossom Country leaned against Yamamoto Furukawa's back, her lips trembling slightly.

He couldn't say a word.

Ivan closed his eyes briefly.

When he opened his eyes again, the look in them was even colder than the Northern Alliance's Everwinter, and silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

The silence lasted for nearly ten seconds.

For those ten seconds, no one spoke or moved.

All the demigods thought of something even more deadly.

Something that made his scalp tingle more than the level 115 monster before him, the twenty-two false gods, or even the truth of the entire universe combined.

The secret spillover.

These four words were like a knife, stabbing straight into their hearts.

That's the rule of the secret realm.

Because once the secret realm is opened, there are only two possible outcomes.

Either clear the level, stabilize the secret realm, and it becomes a continuous source of national strategic resources.

Either all challengers are wiped out, the secret realm determines "no one can seal it," and then—the rules overflow.

The rules have spilled over, which goes without saying.

Shinsha Kita River, cherry blossoms emerging from the clouds, the Cangshan Mountains of the Lighthouse Kingdom...

If this secret leaks out...

Wang Cang dared not think any further.

So what is overflowing?

Are they these endlessly resurrected golden giants? Or is it the remnant heart of the blazing sun that can bring everything back to life?

Is it still the same level 115 Sun God?

Neither of them can withstand the strain of the real world.

At that time, it won't be a disaster.

Instead, it will destroy the world.

and so--

Everyone came to the same conclusion.

They cannot die here.

It's not because I'm afraid of dying.

Everyone present, having reached the level of demigod, had long been accustomed to life and death.

But what they fear is that if they die, this high-dimensional secret will spill over into the real world.

The consequences would be far more than just the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people.

Judging from the level of this secret realm and the level of terror within, once it spills out, the impact will be global.

An army of level 100 giants, capable of endless resurrection, flooded the real world.

The level 115 Sun God Lord descended upon Blue Star.

The remnant heart of the blazing sun, capable of bringing all inanimate objects back to life, began to operate.

Who will stop them?

Most importantly, this is not the final boss!

Who knows what might be even more terrifying than this behind all this?