Inside Fengdu City, it was chaos.

  The streets were blocked by refugee ghosts, the plazas piled high with unprocessed demon corpses, and the air reeked of rot.

  Slayer stood at the city gate, looking at the mess, his brow furrowed.

  [Warning: Path Obstructed.]

  [Warning: Environmental Noise Excessive.]

  [Warning: Optimal Resupply Route Cannot Be Located.]

  He was annoyed.

  He had just demolished five kilometers of walls in the Palace of Lost Souls. Although his rage meter wasn't full, his OCD of "wanting to clean up everything blocking the view" flared up.

  Especially that mountain-like pile of demon corpses in the plaza. Not only did it block the view, but it also emitted an aura he detested.

  Must Clean.

  Slayer strode forward.

  The ghosts ahead saw this fiend coming and screamed, trying to make way, but it was too crowded to move.

  Slayer wasn't here to do charity. He raised the BFG-9000.

  Singularity jumped in fright: "Big Hero! Don't shoot! That's a downtown area! Friendly fire!"

  Slayer didn't shoot, of course. He just aimed the muzzle at the corpse mountain.

  Adsorption Mode.

  The BFG released a massive gravity field, instantly sucking the hundreds of tons of corpses into mid-air, compressing them into a high-density sphere.

  Then, Slayer turned and faced the desolate Black Mountain outside the city.

  BOOM!

  He shot that massive "Corpse Ball" like a cannonball toward the barren mountain.

  With a loud bang, a huge crater was smashed into the mountain. The corpse ball shattered upon impact, turning into piles of neat fragments (bones, shells).

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  Slayer dusted off his hands.

  The plaza was empty. The view was clear. The air was fresh.

  But he wasn't done yet.

  He had his eye on a vacant lot next to the plaza (originally a ruined temple, now collapsed). That spot had a wide field of view, backed against the city wall—an excellent Tactical Rest Point.

  But he found the broken walls and ruins there an eyesore.

  Slayer walked over and started his chainsaw.

  Vrrrrm-Vrrrrm!

  Like a grumpy gardener, he sawed through and leveled all the collapsed pillars and walls. The hard stone materials were cut into neat blocks by him and casually stacked to the side.

  In just ten minutes.

  A flat, clean, arguably Minimalist Style open space was cleared out.

  Slayer nodded in satisfaction.

  He pulled an ammo box from his dimensional pocket, placed it in the center of the clearing to use as a stool, sat down, and began cleaning his gun.

  This was much more comfortable.

  Meanwhile, Daoist Singularity following behind stared at the pile of stone blocks neatly cut by Slayer, and the flat crater smashed out outside the city (filled with high-strength demon materials), his eyes shining like two light bulbs.

  "My god..."

  Singularity looked at the homeless ghosts, then at the "building materials" Slayer had casually created.

  "This isn't cleaning up trash... this is clearly Prefabricated Panels!"

  Singularity immediately took out his tablet and commanded the Yin Soldiers:

  "Quick! While the Big Hero rests! Go to the crater outside and haul the materials back! And the stone blocks here! Move them all!"

  "We're building a new district in that crater outside! Use the materials smashed out by the Big Hero!"

  Slayer sat on the ammo box, focused on wiping his gun barrel.

  He didn't even lift an eyelid at the Yin Soldiers and ghosts busily moving things around him.

  As long as they didn't bother him or block his view, he didn't care.

  Even when a few bold little ghosts tried to use the demon skulls he cut off as roofs, he just gave a cold glance and didn't stop them.

  As long as it doesn't block the road, whatever.

  Two hours later.

  A "Capsule Apartment Complex" built from demon bones and black stone rose from the ground outside the city.

  Singularity stood in front of the new city, looking at Slayer's clean and tidy "Private Rest Area," filled with emotion.

  "This is true efficiency."

  "He just wanted to clear a seat for himself, and incidentally solved our demolition and building material problems."

  Singularity wrote in the Underworld Infrastructure Log:

  [Project: Fengdu Expansion.]

  [Contributor: Slayer.]

  [Motivation: Too dirty, too messy, blocked the way.]

  [Result: Accidentally benefited millions of ghosts.]

  "Unintentional acts yield great results."

  This was Slayer. He didn't care about merit; he only cared about Order.

  And this extreme sense of order was exactly what the chaotic Underworld needed most.

  "Next chapter, Slayer's Lounge. Since he cleared a spot, I should give him a proper 'renovation'." Singularity looked at the lonely figure sitting on the ammo box and had an idea.