Dead silence reigned over the scorched wasteland.

  The Blood Sea Ancestor, once arrogant and claiming immortality, was now suspended in mid-air, held by Slayer's single hand around his neck.

  His body was broken, his skin that once flowed with divine light now dry as burnt bark. The mana within him, vast as an ocean, had been exhausted in the nuclear strike that evaporated everything just now.

  "Spare... spare me..."

  The Ancestor struggled to squeeze out these words. His eyes held no trace of the arrogance of an Innate Demon God, only the most primal fear of death.

  "I will submit... I will be a slave... I can give you the secrets of the entire Blood Sea..."

  Slayer ignored his begging.

  Just as he never paid attention to the begging of any demon.

  In his logic, demons had no right to surrender. They only had the obligation to be exterminated.

  Slayer's gaze fell on the last sliver of health bar above the Ancestor's head.

  That red health bar was flashing frantically, emitting a tempting heartbeat sound only Slayer could hear.

  Thump—Thump—Thump.

  That was the countdown to Execution.

  Slayer's left arm vibrated slightly.

  Shing!

  The Black Gold Arm Blade popped out.

  But he didn't choose to use the blade.

  That was too fast. Too easy on him.

  Slayer slowly raised his right fist.

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  On his fist, the high heat from punching through the Causality Shield earlier still remained.

  The Ancestor watched that growing fist, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

  "NO!!!!!"

  BANG!

  Slayer punched the Ancestor in the chest.

  This punch didn't use full force, but it accurately shattered the Ancestor's ribs and plunged directly into his chest cavity.

  The Ancestor spat out a mouthful of black blood.

  Slayer's hand groped inside the Ancestor's chest.

  Then, he yanked violently.

  Splurt!

  A crystal still beating weakly, emitting a dark red glow, was forcibly torn out by him.

  That was the Ancestor's "True Spirit Origin."

  Without the Origin, the Ancestor's body stiffened instantly. His eyes began to lose focus, life force draining away rapidly like a deflated balloon.

  But Slayer wasn't done.

  He looked at the Origin Crystal in his hand, which was still trying to escape.

  He released the hand holding the Ancestor's neck, letting the husk slide to the ground.

  Then, he cupped the crystal with both hands.

  Squeezed hard.

  Crack—BOOM!!!

  The crystal shattered.

  A massive, incredibly pure XP (Experience Point) energy, accompanied by blood-red light, erupted instantly.

  That light illuminated the entire dark underground world, even piercing through the eighteen layers of hell above, shooting straight into the clouds.

  [System Prompt: Target Eliminated.]

  [Kill Target: Blood Sea Ancestor (Ancient God).]

  [Experience Gained: Max.]

  [Achievement Unlocked: God Slayer.]

  With the eruption of light, Slayer's body was wrapped in a layer of golden halo.

  That wasn't the light of leveling up. That was the phenomenon of the Argent Reactor inside him overloading after absorbing this massive energy.

  He felt his strength jump another tier.

  Slayer stood in the center of the light.

  He shook the blood off his gloves.

  Then, he looked down at the Ancestor's corpse at his feet, which had begun to turn to ash.

  He raised his foot.

  Crunch.

  Crushed the Ancestor's skull.

  This was the final ritual.

  This represented the complete End.

  "Execution vs Death."

  For the Ancestor, this was death.

  For Slayer, this was just routine trash cleanup.

  Dust settled.

  On the cliff, Daoist Singularity watched the soaring red light and finally collapsed softly to the ground.

  "It's over... it's really over..."

  He looked at the green back standing in the center of the wasteland, facing away from here.

  Although far away, he could still feel that loneliness of invincibility.

  The biggest tumor of the Underworld was removed.

  The shadow that had pressed on everyone's head for ten thousand years dissipated.

  Singularity wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes (or maybe the nosebleed from earlier).

  He picked up the communicator, his voice hoarse, broadcasting to the entire Underworld:

  "Attention all units..."

  "Alert lifted."

  "The Blood Sea... is Flat."

  Volume 1: The BGM is Heavy Metal, End.

  "Next chapter, New Underworld · Cyber Era. The battle is over, but Slayer seems to be... not done killing yet?"