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

At that very moment, silence spread through the hearts of every demigod.

At that very moment, in the minds of the demigods of various countries, a thought arose almost simultaneously in their hearts.

That thought was so unified, it was as if it had been carved into my brain with a knife.

Sherlock Holmes is out of reach.

It's not that we can't catch up in the short term.

It is a complete, permanent, and irreversible loss that cannot be caught up with.

Their respective countries do indeed have source-level forces behind them.

However, there are also differences between source-level and source-level.

Gu Xu, however, gave them the feeling that he was no longer in the realm of the Origin level.

What is that?

No one can give a definitive answer.

But everyone knows very well that the gap between their country and Sheikha will widen at an irreparable rate starting tonight.

……

"You brat."

Before long, Wang Cang's voice broke the silence on the battlefield.

He looked up at the boy in front of him.

He opened his mouth again.

He has never been good at speaking softly or showing weakness to others, but there are some things he has to say.

Thank you.

Three words, without any embellishment.

These words came from the mouth of an old man who had lived for more than two centuries, was a demigod who dominated the world, and had spent most of his life with a pipe in his mouth.

It's so heavy it could slam a person three feet into the ground.

however--

This time, Wang Cang thought that Gu Xu would accept it with a smile as usual.

But the next moment, he realized he was wrong.

Gu Xu stopped joking, talking nonsense, and being sarcastic. His previously irritating expression vanished the moment he heard those three words.

That carefree and relaxed demeanor vanished completely, replaced by a serious expression that was rarely seen.

"Old man."

Gu Xu looked into Wang Cang's eyes and said in a very serious tone, "You're being too formal by saying that."

"Back when I had just changed jobs, during the battle in the East Sea, you came out of seclusion to help me without saying a word, and at that time, you even gave me a mythical ring."

"You weren't familiar with me back then, so why would you help me?"

"Later, when I fought against the Forbidden Water Tribe, you came out of seclusion again and did not stand idly by."

Gu Xu reached out and pulled out the dusty cloth bag from his arms again.

He didn't return it to Wang Cang, but instead held it tightly in his hand.

"Including this. You left something for me before you entered the secret realm. To put it bluntly, you were prepared not to come back then."

"I remember all the kindness you've shown me."

"Every single one."

Gu Xu put the bag back in his arms and looked up: "So what happened today isn't called helping, it's called paying off a debt."

"I, Gu Xu, will always remember all the good things you've done for me. You once told me that once I got back on my feet, your old bones would finally be able to relax a bit."

"And now, I have truly stood up, so it's time for me to shoulder some of the burdens for you."

After these words were spoken, silence fell once again.

Wang Cang was stunned for a long time.

His lips moved a few times, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He simply took a deep breath and nodded heavily.

He remembered in his dream that his deceased comrades-in-arms asked him: "Old Wang, how is Shenxia doing now?"

He couldn't speak in his dream.

But if I had that dream again now.

He would probably answer like this—

Sherlock has produced an extraordinary young man, more extraordinary than all of us combined.

"Alright."

Gu Xu withdrew his gaze, and his signature smile returned to his lips.

He raised his hand and patted Wang Cang's shoulder lightly.

But for some reason, it makes you feel at ease.

"Grandpa, you should rest."

His gaze passed over Wang Cang and landed on the distant, crimson sun and the remnant of the sun.

The sphere remained suspended high, with golden flames surging endlessly on its surface.

The level 115 Sun God Lord still stood beneath the sphere, his crimson eyes shifting from the demigods to look at him for the first time.

Gu Xu felt that gaze; it was the first time since he entered the secret realm that the Lord of the Blazing Sun had actively looked at a target.

Seeing this, he grinned and spoke again: "As for the rest..."

A cloud of black mist exploded behind him, and the auras of the five servants of calamity simultaneously surged to their peak.

"Leave it to me."

That is, the moment Gu Xu finished speaking, his gaze fell upon the Lord of the Blazing Sun.

With his mental energy activated automatically, the monster panel popped up instantly, with dense golden text floating above the figure.

【Name: Blazing Sun Emperor - Lord of the Fiery Sun】

[Level: 115 (???)]

[HP: 100 billion/100 billion]

Gu Xu didn't pay much attention to this information.

After all, to him, whether the other party is a Source-level being or not...

The differences are not significant.

The only thing that might surprise him was the status section of the Sun God.

[Status: Awakened Remains/Undying Will/Eternal Guardian]

Mutilated body, that's the key word.

Level 115, and still just a broken body.

This makes one's imagination run wild.

What level was he at his peak?

120? 130? Higher?

He didn't guess any further, because he couldn't guess and it was pointless.

What truly changed his expression was the last paragraph in the introduction section.

Chaos Fibonacci, one of the twenty-two ancient false gods, leads an army to conquer the Azure Star God Realm...

The Lord of the Blazing Sun battles the army of false gods, burning away his divine essence and authority. Ultimately, his divine realm crumbles, his physical body perishes, and his soul vanishes…

His gaze lingered on the words "twenty-two ancient false gods" for two seconds.

That word again.

From the first appearance of his eyes in the second job advancement quest panel to the pair of eyes in the Silver Moon Realm that almost caused him to crash and burn.

Then there's the fragmented intelligence we obtained tonight from the Dragon King's Court and the Izumo Ghost Realm.

All the clues were pieced together, one by one.

Just as I had guessed, some of the clues pointed in the same direction.

The false god is already making its move.

And it's not a small-scale operation.

The Origin-level expeditionary force of the Yalong Royal Court, the resurgence of the Strange Embryo in the Izumo Strange Realm—one event after another, like raindrops falling densely before a storm.

That's why each one is a reminder of a fact to him.

He's not strong enough.

Because I'm only level 55 right now.

The level 115 creature before us is more than just a mangled body.

But in the face of a false god, he is nothing but a defeated opponent.

So... what level is a true false god?

What immense power does it possess?

This is indeed somewhat unimaginable.

Thinking of this, Gu Xu let out a soft breath.

I still have a long way to go.

"However... a long road doesn't mean it's impossible to reach."

If he can fight his way up from a newbie to a third-level Origin Realm expert today, he can naturally fight his way up to those twenty-two false gods in the future.

It's just a matter of time.

After all, what he has in abundance right now is the speed of growth.