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

"Alright, stop underestimating yourself."

Zhang Daoxuan waved his hand: "That's suppression at the level of the rules, not a fault of our fighting. Besides, who could have imagined that this wretched place could nurture such a monster?"

Upon hearing the word "monster," their gazes invariably drifted towards Su Qiong.

The female major general of the Godslayer Legion was leaning against the hood of the armored vehicle.

He was fiddling with a windproof lighter in his hand, clicking it open and closed.

He wore a smile that was hard to read.

Lin Yuan hesitated for a moment.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, he leaned closer and said, "Um... Old Su."

"Old Lin, please speak."

Su Qiong stopped what she was doing, still maintaining the forthright demeanor of a big sister.

"That Staff Officer Gu who just went in, what kind of person is he?"

Lin Yuan lowered his voice, his tone full of inquiry: "We know each other pretty well, and I've met most of your brothers from the God-Slaying Army."

At this point, Lin Yuan paused, pointed to the entrance to the secret realm in the distance, and his expression became somewhat interesting: "But this Gu Xu... I've really never heard of him."

Those summoned creatures gave me the creeps even from a distance.

When did our Sherlock Holmes produce such a divine figure?

It's no wonder Lin Yuan thought that way.

This is similar to everyone playing online games.

You've reached the maximum level, and suddenly some random random character appears, dealing 999 damage in one hit, with dazzling equipment effects, and treating bosses you can't beat like regular minions.

Anyone would be confused in that situation.

Upon hearing this, Su Qiong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Her smile left Lin Yuan stunned.

"Old Lin, your imagination is too rich. It's a pity you don't write novels."

Su Qiong took out a cigarette case from her pocket, ignoring any smoking bans, and handed one to Lin Yuan.

He lit one himself and took a deep breath.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Su Qiong's eyes revealed an undisguised smugness, the boastful pride of an elder seeing their child succeed.

"What kind of divine figure is he? He's just a new recruit from our 18th Army, a genuine red and upright soldier."

"New recruits?"

Lin Yuan nearly dropped his cigarette: "Bullshit! You call this a recruit? What recruit can run around with three concept-level calamities?"

"I'm not kidding you."

Su Qiong flicked her cigarette ash and said in a light tone, "It was less than a week ago, he just completed his job change ceremony. Jiang Shu and I were the ones who picked him up."

"..."

An eerie silence fell over the scene.

The howling of the wind through the ruins sounded particularly jarring.

Lin Yuan's expression froze on his face, and his whole body stiffened.

He turned to look at Zhang Daoxuan.

He noticed that the second-in-command of the General Staff also smiled and nodded at him.

Yes, I did it too.

I was the one who managed to get the man from the military headquarters.

"How...how much time?"

Lin Yuan felt his tongue get a little tied: "Less than... a week?"

"Well, it'll take five or six days at most."

Su Qiong shrugged.

"Click."

The special-supply cigarette in Lin Yuan's hand that he hadn't had a chance to smoke yet.

He instinctively snapped it off with two fingers.

If anyone else had said that, Lin Yuan would have slapped them across the face and yelled, "Are you kidding me?"

But Su Qiong is a major general in the God-Slaying Army, and he can't joke around at a time like this.

"So what level is he at now?"

Lin Yuan spoke again.

He just saw with his own eyes that the kid was playing against the rules.

That level of strength must be at least level 70 or 80, right?

But then again...

For five or six days, even with the level-up quests going non-stop, the level 10 experience scrolls were continuously provided.

It's impossible to reach such a high level.

"He just completed his first job advancement quest."

Upon hearing this, Su Qiong smiled wickedly: "I'm already level 25. After all, I'm suppressed by the world's rules, and I can't level up without completing the second job advancement quest."

Level 25.

These words completely stunned Lin Yuan.

He felt that all his cultivation over the past two hundred years had been wasted on dogs.

Back then, Lin Yuan was known as "an unparalleled genius among necromancers".

How long did it take to level up from level 1 to level 25?

Half a year? Or eight months?

That broke the record at the time and was touted by the media for several years.

Now, they tell him that some people used it in less than a week.

Or was it when he accidentally poked a hole in the sky?

"This is fucking..."

After holding it in for a long time, Lin Yuan finally condensed all his words into an extremely down-to-earth swear word: "Is this even human?!"

Beside him, Zhang Daoxuan shook his head and sighed softly, "The Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves, and new people in the world replace the old."

"The younger generation is truly formidable, indeed..."

Zhang Daoxuan sighed, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

As if remembering something important: "Xiao Lin, Su Qiong, you guys think... since this kid is only level 25 and hasn't even completed his first job advancement, doesn't he perfectly meet that requirement?"

Lin Yuan was still questioning his existence when he heard this and paused for a moment: "Which condition?"

"The Realm of Silver Moon!"

Zhang Daoxuan spoke softly.

Upon hearing these four words, Lin Yuan trembled.

"The Realm of Silver Moon..."

He muttered to himself, his thoughts seemingly pulled back to decades ago.

That is a special PVP instance open to all professionals worldwide.

To limit the monopoly of resources by high-level experts, that secret realm has extremely strict entry requirements.

The player's level must be below 40, and the number of times they can be promoted cannot exceed four.

But this is not a beginner's paradise.

On the contrary, it is the most brutal arena for the world's younger generation.

Because the most important output in the "Silver Moon Realm" is not equipment.

It's not a skill book, but—the origin.

That's something that can help someone break through the ninth-tier limit.

A sliver of opportunity to touch the threshold of demigodhood!

Back then, Lin Yuan risked his life in that secret realm to snatch third place from a group of freakish geniuses from Europe, America, and Japan.

The first and second place were taken by "Thor" from the United States and "Demon Blade" from the United States, respectively.

This became Lin Yuan's lifelong regret.

"Oh yeah! How could I have forgotten about that!"

Lin Yuan slapped his thigh, his face trembling with excitement: "Below level 40, Gu Xu is only level 25, perfectly meeting the standard!"

The more he thought about it, the more reliable it seemed, and he even started to feel a little schadenfreude.

"Think about it, in previous years, our Sheikha always suffered losses in this project. Those foreigners, relying on their professional skills and equipment advantages, have done us a lot of disgusting things."

"If we throw Gu Xu in this time..."

Lin Yuan imagined the scene.

The scene was absolutely brutal.

"This isn't a competition at all."

Lin Yuan grinned: "We're definitely going to fry fish."

Zhang Daoxuan nodded, his eyes gleaming: "Indeed, if Gu Xu can go, let alone the top three, it's not impossible for him to sweep the top ten rewards."

"This is definitely a shot in the arm for the future of our Sheikha nation."