The Thousand-Eyed Tyrant was hog-tied by its own tentacles, collapsing on the ground like a giant purple meat cocoon. It was still struggling madly, attempting to escape via dimensional jump, but the Slayer's combat boot was like an anchor, stomping dead onto its core vital point, locking its spatial coordinates firmly in the physical plane.

  The Slayer wasn't in a hurry to strike.

  He released the hand holding the chainsaw.

  The chainsaw named "Tiger Soul" did not fall. It hovered in mid-air, as if supported by an invisible hand.

  *Vroom... vroom...*

  The chainsaw's engine emitted a low and urgent roar. The body of the saw trembled violently, and the black and white tiger stripes on it seemed to come alive, prowling and roaring across the metal surface.

  It was hungry.

  And very hungry at that.

  Facing this top-tier "chunk of meat" radiating rich abyssal energy, this weapon possessing self-awareness was thoroughly excited.

  No command from the Slayer was needed.

  "ROAARRR——!!!"

  A tangible tiger roar erupted from within the chainsaw.

  The saw teeth instantly accelerated to a blur, whipping up circles of white metallic shockwaves.

  *Whoosh!*

  The chainsaw was like a missile leaving the bow—even faster than the speed at which the Slayer swung it himself—and with an impatient greed, it bit viciously into the Thousand-Eyed Tyrant.

  *ZZZZZZZZT——————!!!*

  That wasn't the sound of cutting.

  That was the sound of tearing, chewing, and swallowing.

  The chainsaw didn't choose the soft flesh that was easiest to cut. It seemed to have its own taste preferences, or perhaps unique tactical intelligence.

  It first severed the main tentacles the Tyrant tried to use to cast spells.

  Then, like an agile fish, it drilled into the gaps where the Tyrant was bound, specifically seeking out the nodes where energy flowed most densely.

  *Splurt! Splurt!*

  With every node severed, the Tyrant would let out a scream, and a part of its body would lose control.

  Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

  And the purple demon blood and energy fragments that splashed out did not hit the ground.

  They were all sucked in by the rotating rune vortex on the surface of the chainsaw.

  As the devouring progressed, the white light on the chainsaw grew brighter and brighter, even beginning to glow with an eerie purplish-red hue. Its size seemed to be growing as well, the saw teeth becoming more hideous and elongated.

  Autonomous Slaughter.

  The Slayer stood to the side, arms crossed over his chest.

  He watched his weapon "hunting" alone.

  It was a marvelous feeling. Before, weapons were just extensions of the arm. Now, the weapon was a teammate fighting alongside him.

  And this teammate... was a bit brutal.

  The chainsaw scurried madly inside the Tyrant's body, not only destroying the flesh but also wrecking the Tyrant's energy circulation system. It was like a rat that had burrowed into an elephant's belly, hollowing out this behemoth from the inside.

  Meanwhile, the fully automatic shoulder cannon on the Slayer's shoulder wasn't about to be left out.

  *Zzz—Bang!*

  *Zzz—Bang!*

  Although the Sky Eye system was off due to insufficient computing power, the shoulder cannon's built-in "Trash Cleaning" algorithm was still running.

  It automatically locked onto the mechanical guards and fish that slipped through the net, trying to approach to rescue their master.

  Missiles, grenades, energy beams.

  The shoulder cannon was like a tireless guard, turning the fifty-meter radius around the Slayer into an absolute Death Zone.

  The Slayer didn't even need to move a finger.

  His weapons were completing this slaughterous feast for him.

  He only needed to stand there, as the commander of this "One-Man Army," as the chief conductor of this symphony of destruction.

  The Tyrant finally collapsed.

  Its body had been hollowed out with countless holes by the chainsaw, its energy completely drained. Its thousands of eyes began to dim and close.

  It looked at the man standing in front of it, cold as ice.

  It wanted to beg for mercy, but its throat had been cut by the chainsaw.

  It wanted to self-destruct, but its core had been bitten by the chainsaw.

  It could only watch in despair as that greedy saw approached its last main eye—which was also where its soul resided—inch by inch.

  ...

  Netherworld, Control Center.

  Singularity watched the chainsaw "buffet feeding" on the screen and couldn't help swallowing.

  "Good lord... that's not a weapon."

  "That's basically raising a... 'Metal Glutton'."

  Singularity glanced at the Slayer's status bar.

  [Current Status: Idle]

  [Weapon Status: Rampage]

  "Is this the self-discipline of top-tier gear? The master hasn't even moved, and the weapon has already finished the job."

  Singularity shook his head and wrote in his notebook:

  "Need to be careful when maintaining this saw in the future; don't feed myself to it."

  On the screen, the chainsaw finally stopped its mad scurrying.

  It hovered in front of the Tyrant's largest main eye.

  It turned around (the body of the saw rotated), letting out a low, inquiring growl at the Slayer.

  "Vroom?"

  As if saying: *Leave this last bite for you?*

  The Slayer reached out.

  The chainsaw obediently flew back into his hand.

  That familiar, heavy sensation returned.

  The Slayer gripped the handle.

  He looked at that massive eyeball filled with terror.

  This wasn't just an ending.

  This was a ritual.

  The Slayer raised the chainsaw high.

  "Biological vs Mechanical."

  In this instant, biological will and mechanical violence merged perfectly.

  *Next Chapter: The Final Blow. The Slayer punches... no, this time he seems to be planning something different? Like, popping this eyeball like a balloon?*