In Lu Ce’s eyes, everything in front of him had already slowed to a crawl. Looking up slightly, he saw his severed right hand still flying through the air.

There was a warm, soothing feeling in his chest, like a gentle heat. Looking down, he saw the Mili Cloak shielding his vital organs, now glowing red hot under the scorching blast of the miniature sun.

Beneath the cloak, his blood bubbled like boiling water, churning with foam before turning into crimson fuel that clung to his body.

【Chosen of Agony, Pain Points +3!】

All of this, when combined, gave Lu Ce a single sensation: “warm and fuzzy.”

Oddly comfortable.

But he knew that in theory, he was already severely injured. No way he could really indulge in this “cozy” feeling. Quick on the draw, he flipped out a Basic Healing Potion and clamped it between his teeth.

Then he tiptoed into a jump, intercepting mid-air, and used his left hand to catch his right hand as it flew off, gripping it tightly.

Losing the hand wasn’t the biggest problem—the real issue was if he lost Hell Roar, that Epic-tier weapon, his current combat strength really wouldn’t be enough.

Except Lu Ce!

Pain immunity, a body in a class of its own among humans, plus the meds and a decent weapon—that’s what made it possible for him to brute force his way through this Hell Mode Game, ignoring the original clear strategy entirely!

He didn’t know it yet, but the audience outside the Game was experiencing a whole new level of shock.

Among all the Perfect Completion Players, Lu Ce’s level of visual impact was still one of a kind.

.......

With Lu Ce’s ultra-high-speed visual reflexes, everything looked like it was moving in slow motion—but in reality, it all happened lightning fast!

The blast, the severed hand, the recoil and burns—all of it occurred in under a second.

And now, that hellish sun had landed on Tom, detonating with a terrifying boom.

The entire asylum was instantly engulfed in blinding white light—intensity beyond human tolerance. Anyone with a shred of reason instinctively turned their heads to avoid the blast.

The whole prison was rippling with unbearable waves of heat. The center of the explosion was hot enough to melt metal. Anyone too close was screaming and stumbling back.

That 50% single-shot output had already surpassed standard Epic-tier weapon limits—an extraordinary leap forward.

Even Hell Roar probably never imagined it could fire off a shot this monstrous.

“Hey! You okay?!”

Through the scorching heat, a voice full of worry called out. Jiu Tian held a handheld breaching tool and forced open the iron door, charging toward where Lu Ce had been.

Jiu Tian had done his job—he’d released the other Players. Hearing the chaos outside, he rushed in.

He needed to make sure that red mask guy didn’t die!

In his eyes, everything revolved around people. The Game had just begun, and already someone this exceptional had shown up. Keeping him alive was top priority!

Even if the guy didn’t finish the Game, Lu Ce’s mental strength and overall qualities made Jiu Tian feel that his survival alone was worth it.

Start over if needed.

After a few steps, he broke through the smoke and blinding light—finally spotting Lu Ce.

His footsteps froze.

In front of him stood a blood-soaked figure.

The cloak wrapped around his chest, his torso rose and fell with powerful heartbeats, and the dried blood on him gave his silhouette a tragic kind of dignity.

His left hand held his severed right hand. In that right hand was still clutched the gun. He had a potion bottle in his mouth, tilted back to pour it in.

Jiu Tian couldn’t put into words the shock he felt at the sight. His feet felt rooted to the ground, unmoving.

He stared at the scene like it was a shot from a movie, right up until Lu Ce spit out the empty potion bottle and it shattered on the floor. That finally snapped him out of it.

“You... okay?”

“Didn’t I just drink a potion? Why? Am I gushing blood or something?” Lu Ce glanced down at his own body.

“Well... no, actually...”

Even the spot where the limb had been severed had been cauterized shut by the intense heat.

Jiu Tian looked at Lu Ce holding his own right hand like it was nothing. His mental defenses crumbled even further.

The scene in front of him was just... way too graphic. He couldn’t believe the Game had only just begun, and someone like this already existed in the world.

Was he... immune to pain?

Lu Ce didn’t have time for small talk. He unclipped Hell Roar from his severed right hand, then handed the hand over to Jiu Tian.

“Hold this for me. Move aside—we’re not done yet.”

Watching the severed hand being handed toward him, Jiu Tian felt his soul tremble. His hands reacted before his brain did—taking it, stunned.

Lu Ce gripped Hell Roar in his left hand. Thanks to all the life energy harvested earlier, there was still about 10% energy left after that cannon blast.

He switched it to second gear. Firing as he walked, he approached the massive figure lying among the ruins.

Even without the Scholar’s right hand support, he didn’t need accuracy anymore. Just blast.

That solar cannon had clearly wrecked the guy—his core metal frame was obliterated, the center melted, and now gradually solidifying.

The metal suspension at his arm was broken, and the connected iron plating made it unusable—like a bone fracture where the flesh was still attached.

Tom’s true body was now mostly exposed. He looked on in shock as Lu Ce, with only one hand left, kept firing relentlessly.

The second gear roars pinned the giant robot to the ground—he couldn’t reassemble himself and kept sliding back, leaving gouges in the floor.

Long Wu, Long Liu, and the others had locked up Tom’s joints with iron chains, keeping the broken-down machine from regaining any real power. They didn’t speak to Lu Ce, but there was an unspoken combat synergy between them.

With his lousy marksmanship, Lu Ce emptied Hell Roar completely. Looking down at the wreckage of Tom, he holstered the gun.

Tom’s chest sparked again—an electric arc flashed as he tried using magnetism to reassemble. But in the next second, Lu Ce jumped on top of him.

Ignoring the searing heat of the metal below him, Lu Ce stood atop Tom’s iron shell, looking down at him.

CRACK!

His left hand slammed down like a chisel, punching a hole in Tom’s chest. Amid the sickening metallic screech, Lu Ce ripped the armor open with his bare hand!

“AAARGHHHH!!” Tom let out a human-like scream of agony for the first time.

Beneath the iron shell was rotting, scorched, festering flesh—oozing with pus.