A corner of the Fengdu City Plaza.

  Slayer was sitting on that green ammo box, focused on oiling his double-barreled shotgun.

  The surrounding ghosts gave him a wide berth, afraid of disturbing this God of Death.

  Daoist Singularity sneakily directed a group of burly "Strong Ghost Kings" to carry a pile of strange objects over.

  "Big Hero, um..." Singularity rubbed his hands together, wearing a fawning expression. "Look, your place here is a bit too austere. This humble Daoist, using some leftover materials, has slightly... furnished it for you."

  Slayer looked up.

  He saw the Strong Ghost Kings put down their loads.

  It wasn't some dragon-carved throne.

  It was a Tactical Ergonomic Chair made from the spine of an Abyssal Demon Lord and Deep Abyss Black Gold.

  This chair looked hardcore at first glance. The backrest was shaped like a rib cage, the armrests were two polished demon skulls, and the seat cushion was made from the hide of some high-level magical beast—breathable, durable, and fireproof.

  Singularity pointed at the chair and introduced: "Designed according to human ergonomics, perfectly fits the curve of the Praetor Suit's backplate. Built-in heat dissipation, never gets stuffy. And these two armrests... are hollow, so you can store two boxes of shells / ammo pouches."

  Slayer stood up, walked over, and tentatively sat down.

  Click.

  The armor and the bone chair made a crisp locking sound.

  Comfortable.

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  Much more comfortable than that broken chair at the Mars base.

  Slayer's body noticeably relaxed a bit. He slapped the shotgun onto the armrest (it slotted perfectly into the groove) and nodded.

  But that wasn't all.

  Singularity waved his hand, and several little ghosts brought over a massive black iron cabinet.

  "This is the 'Multi-functional Arsenal Display Cabinet'." Singularity opened the cabinet doors.

  Inside were not books or antiques. Instead, it was filled with various hooks and racks, specifically designed to hold Slayer's heavy weapons.

  The cabinet even thoughtfully included RGB Ambient Lighting (Red); once turned on, it looked just like a professional armory.

  Slayer's eyes lit up.

  He stood up and hung his BFG, Rocket Launcher, and Chainsaw inside one by one. Watching those weapons gleaming under the red light, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

  Finally, Singularity brought out the pièce de résistance.

  Something that looked like an old-fashioned gramophone, but was actually a sound system modified from Echo Conches and Lightning-Struck Wood.

  "I know you like this flavor."

  Singularity placed a black vinyl record on it.

  This record wasn't ordinary plastic; it was polished from high-purity Obsidian. Recorded on it wasn't classical zither music, but a track Singularity had specially gone to the 18th Layer of Hell to record—Pure Hell Heavy Metal (the roar of ten thousand ghosts mixed and mastered).

  Zzzzt... Thud—Thud—Thud!

  Violent drumbeats and tearing guitar sounds (recorded by sawing steel bars) blasted from the horn.

  The sound quality was rough, but that sense of power struck straight at the soul.

  Slayer sat back in that bone chair.

  He held the cleaning cloth in his hand, his heel tapping gently to that violent rhythm.

  In this small space filled with the smell of gunpowder, heavy metal music, and red ambient light, Slayer finally found a long-lost feeling of Home.

  He looked at Singularity.

  This time, he didn't just nod.

  He reached into that new cabinet, pulled out an extremely rare "Soul Gem" he had picked up in the Abyss, and casually tossed it to Singularity.

  This was the tip.

  Singularity fumbled to catch the gem, feeling the majestic energy inside, and almost knelt.

  "Thank you for the reward, Big Hero! Thank you!"

  Singularity hugged the gem, watching the man resting with his eyes closed (actually charging up for the next slaughter) amidst the heavy metal music, and sighed in his heart:

  "Even a natural disaster needs to recharge."

  "Combat vs Rest."

  In this perilous Underworld, this tiny corner filled with hardcore industrial style became Slayer's only haven.

  "Alright, charging complete."

  Singularity checked the time on his tablet.

  "Phase one rest is over. Next chapter, it's time to launch a total assault on the Eighteen Layers of Hell."

  "The real Hell is just opening its doors now."