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

"In other words... I am bringing disaster to this world."

Although Gu Xu spoke these words in a calm tone, they carried immense weight in the ears of the two ministers.

Because, in Gu Xu's eyes, they only saw two words—seriousness.

This young legion commander is truly serious.

After Gu Xu finished speaking, he didn't rush to continue, but gave the two ministers some time to digest their words.

But his own mind didn't stop.

False god.

Twenty-two ancient false gods.

This concept may still be a vague one for Li Weiguo and Zhang Daoxuan.

After all, they had never seen or experienced that kind of oppression from a higher dimension.

But he had seen it before and knew very well what kind of existence it was.

I remember back in the Silver Moon Realm, he devoured the genius Tires from the Lighthouse Kingdom and gained the talent of the Weaver of Destiny.

But when he first tried to activate this talent...

From the tip of the thread of fate, I saw a pair of eyes.

However, he only made eye contact with the other person for a very short time.

They then suffered a backlash.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and severed the connection with the loom of fate in the first instance.

Only then was the situation stabilized.

Looking back, it truly shocked him.

After all, that was just an indirect contact through talent, and it almost caused him to crash and burn.

What if it were a direct confrontation? Just thinking about it sends chills down my spine.

And that was only the first time.

The second time, the dark side of the moon in the Silver Moon Realm was even more dangerous.

It's the same thing: eyes.

But that time, the eyes were clearer and more real than the first time, and also more oppressive.

And that time...

If it weren't for my future self using the talents of my past self to travel back in time and save the day...

It's hard to say what the final consequences will be.

But one thing is certain: he will likely be trapped in the secret realm.

I was stuck for a very, very long time.

So long that the outside world had been completely transformed.

When he finally emerged from the secret realm, everything had changed.

The land was shattered, the country was destroyed, and families perished.

The city was reduced to ruins.

Everything he cherishes will also disappear.

That future... is absolutely unacceptable to Gu Xu.

That's why he brought these things up tonight.

It wasn't meant to scare the two ministers.

It was because he knew very well that what he was about to face concerned the future of Sherlock.

This concerns whether Sherlock can continue to exist in the face of a potential catastrophe.

Indeed, he has now reached the pinnacle of the world.

He can even kill a Source-level being in single combat, but... that's not enough.

It could even be said that it is far from enough.

Thinking of this, Gu Xu came back to his senses.

Looking at the two solemn, almost stiff faces opposite him, he instantly felt that this information might be too much of a shock to them.

"However, you two don't need to be too nervous. Based on my judgment, those false gods... should be subject to some kind of restriction."

Gu Xu quickly spoke up to ease the tension.

"Oh?"

Li Weiguo snapped out of his daze, his brow furrowing slightly: "What restrictions?"

"I can't say exactly what the restrictions are."

Gu Xu shook his head, offering no guarantee: "But based on the information we have so far, they can't directly descend into this world."

"Otherwise, with their strength, they wouldn't need to go through so many roundabout ways to obtain my professional authority."

"Wouldn't it be more convenient to just come and pick it up?"

"So...you mean they can't come?" Zhang Daoxuan interjected, hitting the nail on the head.

"Yes, they can't come right now, at least not at the moment."

Gu Xu nodded: "But that doesn't mean they can't do anything."

"We can't send people, but we can reach out our hands."

"They may send their own retinue, believers, apostles, servants, messengers—though the names differ, they are essentially the same thing, serving their master, just like the Yalong Royal Court tonight."

Admittedly, Gu Xu said this to ease the tension.

But when he said it, he realized that wasn't the case.

Because this statement made the two leaders even more annoyed.

To reiterate, they may have no concept of the power of a false god.

But do you have any concept of alien races from other dimensions?

In other words, isn't this indirectly telling them that under the twenty-two false gods, there is a high probability that there are twenty-two forces similar to or even stronger than the Dragon King's Court?

Even if you only have half, that's still eleven.

This level of dimension is beyond the capabilities of Sherlock Holmes!

Even if it means the whole world has to fight against it.

Can you do it?

Sure enough... the silence in the office was even heavier than before.

Li Weiguo remained silent until his hand touched the cigarette box again.

This time he couldn't resist, pulled one out, and put it in his mouth.

But without any sparkling—he just kept it in his mouth.

It's just for psychological comfort.

Time passed by, second by second.

The clock on the wall ticked for about three or four minutes.

For the next three or four minutes, none of the three spoke.

But no one was idle.

Li Weiguo was thinking, and Zhang Daoxuan was thinking too.

The two of them repeatedly pondered every word Gu Xu had said in their minds.

"Commander Gu."

After an unknown amount of time, Li Weiguo spoke first.

He took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth and put it back on the table.

He raised his head and looked directly at the young man opposite him.

"Since things have come to this point, there's nothing more to say!"

"I only need to ask you one question: what do we need to do now? Or rather—what can Sherlock do for you?"

This question is very direct. There are no beating around the bush.

It's just a heartfelt and honest statement.

Behind this statement lies a very clear attitude.

That is—regardless of whether what you say is true or false, no matter how great the threat, no matter how difficult the future may be.

The military of the Divine Xia Empire stands behind you.

You tell us where to fire, and we'll fire there.

Gu Xu looked into Li Weiguo's eyes, paused for two seconds, and then spoke.

"Enhance your strength."

Four words: simple and straightforward.

"Sparing no effort and at any cost, we will enhance the strength of the entire Divine Xia."

"From the military to the civilians, from saints to ordinary professionals, everyone, at all levels, is being upgraded across the board."

"Increase investment in resources for secret realms, and prioritize the supply of advanced materials to the front lines."

"Those who can break through should do so quickly, those who can upgrade should upgrade as soon as possible, if there aren't enough demigods, create demigods, if there aren't enough saints, mass-produce them."

"In other words... I need the Supreme Command to provide me with enough room to grow and a buffer, strong enough that I won't be kicked to pieces before I've matured."

"After all, Sheikha is my root... If I lose my root, no matter how strong I am, I'm just a rootless duckweed."

After those words were spoken, the air in the office seemed to freeze for a moment.

Li Weiguo sat motionless in his chair, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at Gu Xu became somewhat complicated.