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

Time passed second by second, but the suffocating sense of oppression did not lessen.

Instead, it's getting heavier and heavier.

However, it was in this maddening silence that...

"Oh."

A soft laugh suddenly rang out.

All eyes turned to the source of the sound.

Wang Cang.

This demigod, who was ostensibly the strongest among the Night Watchers, had a slight smile on his face.

But that smile just looked so out of place.

Beside Wang Cang, Old Ge frowned and looked at him: "Old Wang, what are you laughing at?"

His tone carried a hint of confusion, and even a touch of annoyance.

What the hell is going on? How can you still be laughing?

Wang Cang didn't answer. He laughed twice more and then shook his head.

"What am I laughing at?"

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept across the faces of everyone present.

From Ge Lao to Tang Yi, from Jacob to Tianxing Seng, from Ivan to Yamamoto Furukawa, from Olivier to Hima Yuta, not one was left out.

"Of course, I'm laughing at myself, and at everyone else present."

Upon hearing this, all the demigods simultaneously twitched their brows.

But no one interrupted.

Because Wang Cang's eyes told them that he hadn't finished speaking.

"The oldest among us here has lived for hundreds of years, right? Even the youngest are several decades old, aren't they?"

"Only they themselves know how much they have sacrificed to get to where they are today. Some people have never stopped moving forward since the day they changed jobs."

"I fought my way up, climbing my way up from an ordinary professional to a quasi-saint, from a quasi-saint to a saint, from a saint to a demigod."

"Every time I break through a bottleneck, I feel like I'm one step closer to my ceiling."

"Finally, the Source of God has appeared. As long as I get it, I can break through to the Source level and stand at the very top of this planet."

Wang Cang paused here, then smiled again, a smile that was more pronounced but also more bitter than before.

"And the result?"

He gestured with his chin toward the golden-armored warrior: "You're all frogs in a well, sitting in your well and looking at the sky your whole life, thinking that the size of your palm is the whole sky."

After these words were spoken, the battlefield fell silent again.

But this quiet was different from before.

Previously, I was overwhelmed by fear and unable to speak.

Now, Wang Cang's words have stung me, and I don't know what to say.

Because what he said is true.

So what if he's a demigod?

In this secret realm, demigods are nothing more than ants.

So what if it's at the source level?

The Sun God, who had broken through to the Origin level at level 115, finally had his divine core shattered and his physical body perished under the attack of the false god.

There were twenty-two such false gods.

What are these demigods in the true structure of this universe?

It's not even a chess piece.

At least a chess piece has the right to be placed on the chessboard.

They couldn't even reach the edge of the chessboard.

No one refuted Wang Cang's words.

not a single one.

Jacob remained silent, the light of the angel's gaze flickering in his eyes. The Skywalker Monk closed his eyes, and the light of the golden runes dimmed slightly.

Olivier's sword tip hung on the ground, showing no intention of being raised.

Ivan's icy blue aura shrank to a point where it was close to his body, as if he were instinctively protecting himself.

On the fringes of the crowd, Yamamoto Furukawa's silence was deeper than anyone else's.

Because he knew more than anyone else present.

Not long ago, Miyamoto Kenichi had already told him a lot.

Those words sounded like a fantasy at the time.

What "Gods are dead"? What "The truth of this universe is far more cruel than you imagine"? What "The Origin Level is just the beginning"? What "The real powerhouses are beyond the stars"?

What was Yamamoto Furukawa's reaction at the time?

They scoffed at it.

He just thought Miyamoto Kenichi had gone mad.

But now there are the [former false gods].

These four words match what Miyamoto Kenichi said back then.

That matches perfectly.

Yamamoto Furukawa's fingers tightened slightly.

He recalled the expression on Miyamoto Kenichi's face when he said those words.

It's not madness, it's not insanity.

It is calm.

It's a kind of calm that comes after knowing the truth.

That calm, now that I think back on it, sends a chill down my spine and even inexplicably gives rise to a feeling of despair.

But... in this near-desperate situation, deep down...

But a seed is quietly sprouting.

It's not fear.

It's ambition, not just ambition.

As Miyamoto Kenichi once said, the Origin level is still a very, very long way from the true pinnacle.

He didn't believe it before, but now he does.

The level 115 Sun God Lord was merely the remnant of a fallen God Realm Lord, while the level of the false god who defeated him was unknown.

Are they at the pinnacle of this universe?

If not?

So what is the true peak?

What level is it?

Yamamoto Furukawa doesn't know the answer.

But he knew one thing... if the source level really was just the starting point.

That means that above the Source level, there are countless steps, and each step represents a power he has never encountered before.

What kind of power is that?

Could it destroy a divine realm?

Could it ignite a star?

Can it rewrite the rules of an entire plane?

Yamamoto Furukawa couldn't imagine it.

But he wanted to go and see.

When the idea popped into his head, even he found it absurd.

You're about to die, why are you still thinking about these things?

But he couldn't control himself.

It's like a person dying of thirst seeing a mirage in the desert; even though they know it's probably fake, they can't help but want to go and take a look.

however--

"Gentlemen."

Wang Cang's voice rang out again, interrupting Yamamoto Furukawa's thoughts.

This also broke the silence of everyone present.

However, this time, there was no self-deprecation or sentimentality in his tone; only composure remained.

"This time, none of us will likely survive."

"However... you are all demigods."

"I don't need to elaborate on the power possessed by demigods; you all know it in your hearts!"

"But just how far can our power go?"

"To be honest, I don't even know myself, because I've never truly let go."

As Wang Cang said this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly again.

"Every battle involves calculation. Calculating consumption, countermeasures, and escape routes. Reserve three-tenths of your strength for defense and three-tenths for contingencies. In reality, you only use about forty percent of your strength."

"What would a demigod's full-force attack look like?"

"What does it feel like to unleash a strike after burning away all spiritual energy, burning away all source power, and squeezing out every last drop of strength from the domain?"

"I've lived all these years and never tried this before."

"And you?"

After this question was posed, the demigods present reacted with varying expressions.

Some people seemed lost in thought, while others' eyes flickered slightly.

Some people clenched their fists.

"There might not have been a chance before, but now—"

Wang Cang's voice rose slightly, carrying an indescribable meaning: "The opportunity has arrived."

"Since we're going to die anyway, let's die a quick and painless death, and pull out all the wealth we've accumulated in this life to see just how much trouble we can cause."