Splurt.

  That tiny flower of blood blooming on the Ancestor's cheek was less noticeable than a speck of dust on his sky-blotting face.

  But for Slayer, This was the Signal.

  This was the starting gun.

  In Slayer's tactical visor, the health bar stretching across his vision, originally gray and locked, instantly lit up accompanying the "HP -1" damage judgment.

  Bright red.

  Vibrant red.

  Red representing "Destructible."

  Slayer didn't launch a storm of attacks immediately. Instead, he paused for 0.5 seconds.

  He looked up slightly, carefully examining that ridiculously long health bar.

  If it were any other gamer, seeing a BOSS light up a health bar of tens of billions might trigger despair, an urge to smash the keyboard and quit.

  "How do I fight this? Until next year?"

  But Slayer was different.

  His body was trembling.

  Not from fear, but from... Excitement.

  It was the pleasure of long-suppressed destructive desire finally finding an outlet.

  It was a max-level god-tier player finally encountering a "Perfect Sandbag" that could take all his ammo and still not die.

  Click.

  Slayer hooked the double-barreled shotgun back to his waist.

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  That thing fired too slowly; high single-shot damage, but not satisfying enough right now.

  He reached back and pulled out the M134 Minigun (Chaingun).

  And activated [Mobile Turret Mode]. Four barrels split and unfolded, heat vents fully open, red overload light flowing on the gun body.

  Simultaneously, his left shoulder equipment launcher switched to [Frag Grenade x2].

  The BFG-9000 on his back began charging automatically, emitting a low hum.

  The Doomblade on his right hand popped out, the black gold edge flashing cold light.

  All Weapons Ready.

  The Ancestor was still in shock.

  "Impossible... I am the incarnation of the Heavenly Way... why do I bleed... why do I feel pain..."

  He looked at the drop of golden blood on his finger, his worldview collapsing. Once the concept named "Invincible" cracked, fear grew like wild weeds.

  He looked up at the tiny green figure.

  He saw Slayer.

  Slayer wasn't looking at his face. Slayer's gaze was locked dead onto the lit health bar above his head.

  That look was like a butcher who hadn't eaten for three days seeing a fat pig ready for slaughter—huge, but all meat.

  The Ancestor shuddered.

  "You... what do you want to do?"

  Slayer wouldn't answer, of course.

  Answering the Ancestor was the scalp-tingling electric motor sound of the Minigun preheating.

  Zzzzzzzzzzzzz————

  Slayer's finger clamped down on the trigger.

  BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!!!!

  Metal storm erupted.

  Countless enchanted armor-piercing rounds converged into a blinding whip of fire, whipping viciously onto the Ancestor's face.

  Puff-puff-puff-puff-puff-puff!

  Blood splattered.

  Although each bullet only caused negligible damage, barely scratching the Ancestor's skin.

  But in Slayer's vision, it was a delightful dance of numbers:

  HP -1

  HP -1

  HP -2 (Crit)

  HP -1

  That massive red health bar began to move... extremely slowly, almost invisibly to the naked eye... shrinking a micrometer to the left.

  It moved.

  It moved.

  That was enough.

  "Unknown vs Visualization."

  Unknown fear is the most terrifying.

  When the enemy is the concept of "Invincibility," you are powerless.

  But when the enemy becomes a "Value," everything becomes a simple math problem.

  As long as Output > Regen.

  As long as Ammo > HP.

  This problem has a solution.

  Slayer fired while striding forward.

  Fighting the massive recoil of the Minigun, stepping on the void (gravity was still messy), he approached the Ancestor step by step.

  The corners of his mouth (if visible) grinned into a ferocious arc.

  Come on.

  Let's see if your health bar is longer, or if I have more bullets.

  [BGM Switch: The Only Thing They Fear Is You - (Chorus)]

  The impassioned heavy metal guitar, accompanied by the roar of the Minigun, resounded through the entire Blood Sea.

  "Next chapter, As Long As There Is A Health Bar. Slayer activates 'Gamer Instinct': There's nothing a magazine can't solve; if there is, then two magazines."