After crossing the Bridge of Helplessness, one arrives at the Road to the Yellow Springs (Huangquan Road), a path usually carpeted with Equinox flowers.

  However, the current field of flowers looked as if a giant combine harvester had just plowed through it.

  Crack—Splurt!

  Slayer's combat style possessed a unique sense of rhythm. He wasn't like a cultivator taking heads from hundreds of meters away with a flying sword, nor was he like a Ghost Servant slowly dragging souls with a hook chain.

  He was a Melee Mage. In the physical sense.

  A "Flying Yaksha" (equivalent to a DOOM Imp in the Underworld setting) attempting a sneak attack had just dove down from the air, only to have its neck snatched by Slayer's single hand.

  Daoist Singularity hid behind a giant rock, clutching two "Vajra Body Protection Talismans" in his hand, and nervously poked half his head out. "Careful! That Yaksha's claws have corpse poison! Once they break your armor..."

  Before he could finish his sentence, the muscles in Slayer's arm bulged instantly.

  There were no complex moves. He simply, crudely, tore the Flying Yaksha in half from the middle, like ripping open a bag of potato chips.

  "Glory Kill!" The term inexplicably popped into Singularity's mind.

  At the exact moment the Yaksha's body was torn apart, something miraculous happened.

  There was no expected gore of filthy organs spilling out. Under that extreme violence, the chaotic energy within the Yaksha seemed to be forcibly compressed and purified by some law. Accompanied by a crisp Pop sound effect, the corpse exploded into a dozen glowing spheres.

  Some were blue, some orange, and some green.

  They tinkled as they scattered across the ground, emitting a tempting glow in the dim light of the Yellow Springs Road.

  Slayer seemed accustomed to this sight. His dark green battle armor automatically magnetically absorbed a few blue spheres. The scratches on the armor's surface left by the battle were instantly repaired, looking as good as new.

  Then, without even glancing at the remaining pile of light spheres, he hefted his gun and continued walking forward.

  "Wait!"

  Daoist Singularity's eyes went straight.

  As a Grandmaster Refiner and Array Master, he was extremely sensitive to energy. The moment those spheres rolled onto the ground, the string of USB drives on his waist began to vibrate frantically with alerts.

  Like a squirrel spotting a nut, he abandoned all image and scrambled out from behind the rock, pouncing on the pile of "trash" Slayer had discarded.

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  "This... this fluctuation..."

  Singularity tremblingly picked up a blue sphere.

  It felt warm to the touch, without any impurities, even purer than the "High-Grade Spirit Stones" supplied by the Celestial Court.

  He quickly raised his "Heavenly Dao Tablet" and performed a spectral analysis on the sphere.

  [Analysis Result: High-Purity Concentrated Soul Energy.]

  [Impurity Content: 0.00%]

  [Conversion Rate: Direct absorption, no side effects.]

  [Evaluation: SSR-grade Tonic.]

  "Infinite Limitless Heaven..." Singularity sucked in a breath of cold air. "This isn't a demon corpse! This is practically a walking 'Supreme Vitality Pill'!"

  In the Underworld cultivation realm, extracting energy from demons was extremely difficult. Because demons were full of malevolent aura, they needed to be refined in a "Alchemy Furnace" for forty-nine days just to get a tiny bit of usable spiritual power.

  But this man...

  He actually completed the entire process of "Smashing, Purifying, and Compressing" in an instant through purely Physical Means (Tearing)?

  "Violence is productivity?!"

  Singularity looked at the floor covered in light spheres, then at Slayer who had already walked far ahead, stamping his feet in heartache.

  "Prodigal son! What a prodigal son! This floor of blue orbs is enough to refill my Mana Bar three times over! And those orange squares... those are high-density metal elements?! You just threw them away?"

  Daoist Singularity's deep-seated "Hamster Syndrome" and "OCD" thoroughly erupted.

  He disregarded the demeanor of a high master, rolled up his sleeves, and his multi-functional whisk instantly transformed into a supersized magnetic vacuum cleaner.

  "Collect! Collect! Collect!"

  Singularity sprinted to catch up with Slayer while frantically vacuuming up the dropped items on the ground.

  Acquired: Small Life Orb x5 (Note: Tastes like mint candy, refreshing).

  Acquired: Armor Shard x3 (Note: Can be used to repair magic artifacts).

  Acquired: Demon Bone Powder (Gunpowder ingredient) x10.

  As a few blue spheres were sucked into his body, Singularity's face, which had been pale from overdrawing energy to maintain the Ghost Gate array, instantly became rosy.

  "Ah, that hits the spot!"

  Singularity felt his dried-up dantian instantly fill, and even his chronic lumbar disc herniation felt much better.

  At this moment, Slayer ahead stopped.

  He had just killed a group of skeleton soldiers, bursting a floor full of yellow spheres (Ammo Supply).

  Slayer finished reloading his clip. He saw Singularity lying on the ground, butt in the air, picking things up. A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

  Singularity keenly sensed the Boss's gaze. He awkwardly straightened up, still clutching a handful of glowing "trash."

  "Uh... well..." Singularity adjusted his glasses, trying to explain his scavenging behavior in scientific terms. "According to the Law of Conservation of Energy, if these overflowing energies aren't recovered, they will cause thermal pollution to the Underworld environment. I'm doing this for environmental protection. Yes, eco-friendly."

  Slayer didn't speak.

  He just glanced at the "scraps" in Singularity's hand that were useless to him, then shrugged.

  He seemed to understand this cooperative mode: I kill, you pick up.

  Slayer turned around, facing the surge of more demons ahead. His double-barreled shotgun let out a hungry click-clack.

  And this time, Singularity behind him was no longer the complaining dead weight.

  Singularity's eyes were fanatical, the vacuum cleaner whisk in his hand buzzing. He was like the most loyal Support following the most violent Carry.

  "Kill! Kill to your heart's content!" Singularity shouted excitedly. "You call this trash? This is High-Purity Concentrated Soul Energy! This is resources! This is GDP! This is the funding for the Underworld's reconstruction!"

  [System Prompt: Teammate [Slayer] has enabled 'Farming Mode'. Suggest following to scavenge. Estimated Profit: Filthy Rich.]

  Slayer charged out.

  Singularity followed closely.

  One man, one... ghost (no), one Demolisher, one Looter.

  The most efficient (and weirdest) cleaning squad in Underworld history was officially formed.