Passing through the Ghost Gate, one arrives at the Palace of Senluo—the Palace of Yama.

  This is the administrative center of the Underworld and the most heavily guarded place in the entire Netherworld. The main hall is cast from ten-thousand-year-old Black Mystic Iron, and its two main doors, standing ten zhang (approx. 33 meters) high, are rumored to be so strong that even Sun Wukong couldn't kick them open back in the day (mainly because they weren't locked that day).

  At this moment, inside the hall.

  The head of the Ten Kings of Hell—King Qinguang (commonly known as King Yama)—sat behind his desk, brows furrowed tight.

  Below, the Judge was frantically flipping through the Book of Life and Death (Copy), trying to find information on the "Green Freak" who was turning the Underworld upside down.

  "Have you found him yet? Which deity is he exactly?" King Yama slammed the table. "News from the Ghost Gate says the demons have retreated, but that person is heading this way! Should I prepare a welcome ceremony? or activate the Hall-Front Immortal-Slaying Array?"

  The Judge was sweating profusely: "Your Majesty, no such person found! He's not in the Book of Life and Death at all! Neither within the Three Realms nor among the Five Elements... Wait, the system shows a line of garbled code rapidly approaching the main hall!"

  Just then.

  THUD!

  A massive noise came from the main gate. The entire hall trembled three times, dust falling from the roof beams.

  King Yama was so scared his beard shook: "Who is beating the drum?! Why does this drum sound like a thunderclap?"

  THUD!!

  Second sound. Heavier than before. A massive dent bulged inward on those heavy Black Mystic Iron doors.

  The Yin Soldiers inside the hall panicked, raising their spears at the door.

  "Report—!" A messenger rolled in. "Your Majesty! That man is here! But he thinks the announcement is too slow, he is... he is..."

  THUD!!!

  Third sound.

  Accompanied by the ear-piercing scream of tearing metal, the two doors of the Yama Palace, known to be indestructible and weighing 108,000 jin, crashed down.

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  Through the dust and smoke, the green figure walked in.

  But he didn't walk in empty-handed.

  His hands remained in a lifting posture—he had actually ripped the collapsed left door off its hinges and was carrying it on his shoulder!

  Slayer looked like he was carrying a giant shield, or rather, a giant door slab.

  He strode into the hall, each step leaving a footprint on the black jade floor.

  King Yama's eyes went wide, staring at the man carrying his front door like a toy, a gurgling sound in his throat: "This... this is improper! My door! That's ancient Mystic Iron!"

  Slayer walked to the center of the hall and stopped.

  He looked at King Yama high above, then at the Yin Soldiers facing him like a great enemy.

  Then, he performed a very "Pragmatic" action.

  BOOM!

  He slammed the massive door slab on his shoulder heavily into the floor in the center of the hall.

  This created a temporary cover.

  Slayer hid behind the door slab, peeked out, scanned the surroundings with his shotgun barrel, and only stepped out after confirming there were no demons around.

  Dead silence in the hall.

  Daoist Singularity, arriving closely behind, covered his face and squeezed through the door hole.

  "Um... Your Majesty, let me explain!" Singularity quickly ran to the desk and knelt. "This is... uh... the external Senior Technical Consultant! Due to the urgent situation, acting on expediency... the door was a bit tight, so he used a little force..."

  "Used a little force?!" King Yama pointed at the door standing like a tombstone in the center of the hall. "He dismantled my door to use as a shield?!"

  Slayer ignored King Yama's roaring.

  He seemed interested in the material of this door. He knocked on the door panel, producing a dull metallic sound.

  [Material Analysis: High-Strength Black Mystic Iron.]

  [Ballistic Rating: MAX.]

  Slayer nodded. This thing worked even better than the riot shields he used on Mars.

  Then, he turned around and looked at King Yama.

  He didn't kneel, didn't bow. He simply pointed outside the hall (where the demons had retreated but were regrouping), then pointed at the gun in his hand.

  The meaning was clear: "I dismantled the door because it was in the way. Now, I'm going to work. Cut the crap."

  King Yama was awed by this aura.

  He felt no reverence from this man, only a killing intent as unfathomable as the abyss. That killing intent wasn't directed at a person, but at every obstacle blocking his goal.

  Including this door. Including rules. Even including gods.

  "Minister Singularity..." King Yama swallowed, his tone suddenly softening. "Is this warrior... always this... bossy?"

  Singularity wiped his sweat and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, just think of him as here for renovations. It's just that his renovation style is a bit... Violent Minimalist."

  Slayer didn't stay long. After confirming the main hall was temporarily safe, he hoisted the door again (since it was useful, he'd take it), preparing to rush toward the rear door of the hall—the entrance to the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

  Watching the back of the man running off with his front door, King Yama could only wave his hand helplessly:

  "Fine... let him dismantle it. Compared to being occupied by demons, that door... is a gift to him!"

  "Pragmatism."

  In the face of this crisis, Slayer proved a point with his actions:

  As long as it can stop bullets, there is no difference between the door of the King of Hell and a roadside trash can.