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

The other demigods also had different expressions.

The monk Tianxing clasped his hands together, his lips moving slightly, it was unclear whether he was chanting scriptures or cursing.

Olivier crossed his arms in front of his chest.

My fingertips were tapping my elbow unconsciously, the rhythm getting faster and faster.

Ivan looked the worst.

His ice-type domain had been scorched to pieces by the blazing sun, his whole body was covered in burn marks, and his left arm was still trembling.

Even in this state, his attention was completely fixed on that panel.

After all, what does it mean that a creation-level barrier device has fallen into the hands of Sherlock?

This means that from today onwards, the power structure on Earth has completely changed.

"Gu boy..."

Wang Cang spoke, his tone tinged with fervor: "How do you plan to use this?"

"Is that even a question? Of course, we'll take it back for our Shenxia to use, old man."

Gu Xu waved the panel away, saying matter-of-factly, "With this, Shenxia at least has one more layer of defense, preventing some nobodies from taking advantage of us!"

After saying that, Gu Xu neatly put away the Blazing Sun's Remnant Heart, his expression quite pleased.

It's like receiving a big red envelope during Chinese New Year.

But despite his pleasure, a quick glance revealed that the demigods from various countries behind him were all huddled up like quails, not daring to utter a sound.

Especially Yamamoto Furukawa and Hima Yuta, whose lips were pursed tightly like a zipper.

Her eyes darted around, and she dared not meet Gu Xu's gaze.

They looked just like students who hadn't done their homework in class, afraid of being called on by the teacher.

Seeing this, Gu Xu's lips curled into a smile.

Good guy.

When I said those words just now, you were all incredibly quiet.

Pretending not to hear, huh?

Are you trying to play selective deafness on me here?

"Eh—"

Gu Xu suddenly spoke, his tone not heavy, even somewhat casual.

But with just that one word, the shoulders of the demigods behind him twitched simultaneously.

"No, I was just speaking to you."

Gu Xu turned around, crossed his arms, and the Wings of the Past behind him trembled continuously.

His gaze swept across the faces of the demigods from various countries, one by one, before he shouted again, "Did you all hear me?"

"Don't think I wasn't talking about you just now!"

"To put it bluntly, what I was talking about just now was you."

After saying that, Gu Xu's lips curled up, revealing a smile that looked harmless but sent chills down the spines of all the demigods present.

Obviously, when those words were spoken, the air was silent for about two seconds.

Then you can see that all the demigods present, except for Wang Cang, Elder Ge, and Tang Yi, have even more unpleasant expressions at almost the same time.

Yamamoto Furukawa and Hima Eita's lips twitched.

I gripped the knife handle tightly and loosely, then loosened it again and tightened it once more.

Asaha's pale, almost translucent face finally regained some color, not because she had recovered her spirits, but because she was clearly still angry.

Jacob narrowed his single eye slightly, and the vein on his forehead throbbed twice.

As for the others, every single one of them was deathly pale, as if they had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.

But the problem is—no one dares to utter a word.

not a single one.

It's not that they don't want to fight back.

Normally, being criticized to one's face would make anyone jump up in anger.

They are all demigods.

The pillars of their respective countries.

It's a force that can make the entire mainland tremble if it stands up and stomps its foot.

When have you ever suffered such humiliation?

But the question is, who said this?

It was Gu Xu, who had just shattered the blazing storm with a single slap.

Gu Xu was the one who killed the level 115 Sun God Lord as an experience pack.

Gu Xu was the one who single-handedly quelled the Izumo Ghost Domain, which even the entire nation of Sakura couldn't suppress, and then casually flew over to save everyone's lives.

A monster of this caliber might make sarcastic remarks to your face.

You want to argue? What are you going to use to argue?

Fight to the death?

That's not courage, that's courting death.

Moreover, it's the kind of death where even ashes might not be found.

Therefore, everyone chose the same strategy.

endure.

I had to swallow my pride and bear it.

Lower your head, look down at your nose, and then look at your heart, as if you were air.

Unfortunately, Gu Xu clearly had no intention of giving them the chance to ignore him.

"What's wrong?"

The boy's voice rang out again, his tone carrying a smug, almost infuriating quality that made you want to sew his mouth shut.

Have they all gone deaf?

"Or is it that the word 'response' doesn't exist in the official languages ​​of your countries?"

Silence, still silence.

The demigods wished they could bury their heads in their collars.

"Oh? Still not going to say anything?"

Gu Xu raised an eyebrow, his smile widening. "Alright, I'll ask it another way."

He held up one finger and pointed it around at the non-Shinsha demigods present.

"What I just said—don't try to pull any tricks in Sherlock in the future."

"Did you hear that?"

He uttered the last seven words one by one.

Not fast, not slow.

But each word felt like a small hammer, striking the skulls of these demigods again and again.

This time, finally someone spoke up.

Yuta Hima spoke first in a low voice, "Gu Xu-san...we heard you."

The sound was so faint, like a mosquito humming, that you couldn't hear it unless you put your ear right up to it.

Yamamoto Furukawa gave a vague "hmm".

The volume was even lower than that of Yuta Hima.

The remaining demigods also issued some vague responses one after another.

The sounds varied in volume, but they had one thing in common.

That is—they are all so small, like thieves.

Seeing this, Gu Xu had a "I knew this would happen" expression on his face.

He tilted his head and glanced at the group of top combatants from various countries with the same look he gave to kindergarten children.

"Huh? Just that sound?"

"Do you use this voice when you're reprimanding your employees back home?"

Upon hearing this, several demigods turned green with anger.

"Speak louder."

Gu Xu put his hand to his ear, making a gesture as if he couldn't hear: "I can't hear you."

That expression, that posture, that tone of voice.

They had it figured out perfectly.

It was practically a younger version of a headmaster standing on the podium, calling on a group of underachieving students who hadn't handed in their homework to read their self-criticisms in front of everyone.

The only difference is that this headmaster can slap a level 115 monster to death.

So you not only have to read it aloud, but you also have to read it aloud.

Read with emotion.

For a moment, the word "humiliation" was insufficient to describe the psychological state of these non-Shinsha demigods present.

That was like being torn to pieces mentally.

If they had even the slightest ability to resist, they wouldn't have ended up in this situation.

Unfortunately, they didn't have any, not even a little bit.