Deep within the colossal glacial cavern.

  This was the core of the "Polar Thunder Prison," the hive of the Lightning Specters and a nastier breed—"Frost Barons" (Ice Giants wielding massive cryo-axes).

  The cavern was immense, but there was only one exit. The air was thick with unstable static electricity and bone-chilling frost mist.

  The Slayer stood in the center of the cave.

  Enemies were on all sides.

  Dozens of Frost Barons leaped from behind ice pillars, roaring. Above, hundreds of Lightning Specters circled, weaving a suffocating net of electricity.

  It was a death trap.

  The Slayer didn't move.

  The "Yin Yang Verdict" Super Shotgun was leveled at his chest, golden thunder from the left barrel and blue frost from the right intertwining at the muzzle, emitting a heart-stopping hum.

  Rage.

  The rage of being surrounded, of being provoked, burned in the Slayer's chest.

  But he didn't pick them off one by one as usual.

  He looked at the dense wall of monsters.

  *Too slow.*

  *Killing them like that is too slow.*

  He needed a wipe.

  The Slayer slammed both triggers.

  *BOOM!*

  First shot. A ball of mixed chaos—thunder and ice—blasted the left flank. Frost Barons were frozen solid, then shattered by thunder.

  But this was just the start.

  The Slayer became a blur.

  *CH-CHICK (Reload) — BOOM!*

  *CH-CHICK — BOOM!*

  *CH-CHICK — BOOM!*

  He wasn't aiming at any specific target. He was frantically flooding this confined space with two extreme, opposing elemental energies.

  Golden thunder filled the air.

  Blue ice covered the ground.

  At first, these energies just killed demons. But as the Slayer fired without restraint, the elemental concentration in the cave rose sharply.

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  The air grew viscous.

  Free-floating electric charges began to friction violently against the drifting ice crystals.

  "Critical Point" reached.

  The Slayer felt the atmosphere turn wrong. The oppressive static vibrated against his shields.

  But he didn't stop.

  Instead, he loaded two special "High-Energy Overload Shells."

  He aimed at the dead center of the cavern, the densest cluster of enemies.

  All the Frost Barons and Specters were gathering there, attempting a combined rush.

  The corner of the Slayer's mouth (under the mask) twitched slightly.

  It was a hunger for destruction.

  *BANG!!!*

  This shot didn't fire pellets.

  It fired a highly unstable, spinning "Tai Chi Sphere" of gold and blue.

  The sphere flew into the center of the mob.

  It didn't explode immediately.

  It hung in mid-air, frantically devouring the over-saturated thunder and ice elements around it.

  One second.

  Two seconds.

  The sphere expanded from the size of a basketball to the size of a house instantly.

  The swarm felt fear. They wanted to run, but the space around them was locked by the chaotic elements.

  The Slayer turned around.

  He didn't even activate his thrusters. He simply turned his back to the sphere and crossed his arms over his chest in a defensive stance.

  Next second.

  BOOM————————————!!!

  It wasn't an explosion.

  It was a miniature Big Bang.

  Pure Yang Thunder and Pure Yin Ice compressed to the limit, triggering "Elemental Annihilation."

  A ring of blinding white light expanded instantly, swallowing the entire cavern.

  There was no sound.

  Because the sound had been erased by the massive energy shockwave.

  The Frost Barons and Lightning Specters didn't even have time to scream; they were decomposed into basic particles by the destructive force.

  Then, the shockwave hit the inner walls of the iceberg.

  *RUMBLE-CRASH!*

  The iceberg, which had stood for ten thousand years, disintegrated from the inside out. Massive blocks of ice fell like rain as the cavern roof was blown clean off, revealing the purple thunderclouds above.

  The dust settled.

  The Slayer lowered his arms.

  He stood atop the ruins. Everything within a kilometer had been razed flat. The ground was left with a bizarre landscape—half scorched black earth, half absolute zero ice crystals.

  Not a single demon lived.

  The Slayer shook the residual static off the shotgun.

  He looked at the completely "cleared" empty lot.

  It seemed... the yield was a bit overkill.

  But he didn't care.

  As long as the demons died, it was a good weapon.

  In the Netherworld control room, Singularity stared at the white-out signal (sensor overload) on the screen, then at the image of the massive crater that followed. He crushed the teacup in his hand.

  "Mother of..."

  Singularity wiped the tea off his face, his voice trembling.

  "That wasn't an elemental reaction... that was like taping nuclear fusion and fission together and detonating them!"

  "However..."

  Singularity looked at the Slayer's back—still upright, still searching for the next target.

  "The Slayer's gun is powerful, but his shoulder launcher seems to be lagging behind the rhythm?"

  Singularity keenly noticed that during the brawl, the Slayer's shoulder cannon wasted output opportunities because it required manual aiming.

  "At times like this, if only he had an 'Auto-Aimbot'..."

  Singularity chuckled and dug through the pile of Heaven's loot, pulling out a golden eyeball emitting light. It wasn't from Erlang Shen (that's for later)... nor the Beholder (killed earlier)... No, it was the backup core from the Netherworld's Sky Eye system.

  *Next Chapter: Automation of the Shoulder Launcher. Slayer, you just focus on movement; leave the aiming to the AI.*