033, They call me Uncle Red

The searing plasma approached its target, expanding in volume as it almost filled the entire corridor. The edges of the plasma storm even melted parts of the walls, causing drops of dark red lava to fall.

At this moment, even though the plasma was not yet close, the extreme heat distorting the air had already arrived. The fair-skinned woman with blonde hair had her skin crack and her hair catch fire within moments. Her previously arrogant demeanor was replaced by shock and fear.

"Plasma weapon?!"

In a life-or-death situation, the blonde-haired woman stomped hard on the ground, propelling herself backward in an attempt to evade using the powerful propulsion of her silver armor. Unfortunately, the terrifying plasma spread like a tidal wave, far outpacing human reflexes.

In an instant, one of her feet and part of her lower leg were vaporized. Even her proud silver armor could not withstand the plasma's million-degree heat. She barely had time to feel the pain and could only struggle desperately with her survival instincts.

As she began to fall, she used her remaining foot to stomp the ground again, desperately trying to evade. Just then, cobalt-blue plasma orbs exploded, instantly melting the corridor's floor and walls and forming a small pool of dark red lava.

Boom—Boom—Boom—

Before the twisted air's heat dissipated completely, a tall figure wielding a chainsaw sword leaped over the lava pool. His shoes started to melt and burn, and even his clothes emitted wisps of smoke. The chainsaw sword, tilted at an angle, scraped the corridor's ceiling, leaving deep grooves.

In this moment, Zaire, with a ferocious expression, resembled a terrifying demon emerging from a burning hell. The blonde-haired woman's once-pale and delicate features were now destroyed, leaving only cracked, bloodied flesh. Her blonde hair had vanished, leaving behind only blisters and ruptures. One of her eyes seemed to have been seared blind by the intense heat, with her remaining eye filled with endless pain and despair.

"Roar—"

With a thunderous roar echoing through the corridor, Zaire swung the roaring chainsaw sword down onto the remaining foot of the blonde-haired woman, who was barely hanging on.

The chainsaw sword sliced through with a cacophony of grinding sounds. The teeth of the single-molecule blades spun rapidly, cutting through both the so-called high-tech armor and the woman's flesh and bones with ease. Blood sprayed out instantly, splattering onto Zaire.

"Ah—"

Overcome by her severe injuries, the blonde-haired woman let out a tragic scream, momentarily regaining her senses. She instinctively raised her arms to retaliate, but Zaire, with a fierce glare, gave her no chance.

Amidst the blood splatter, Zaire used the roaring chainsaw sword to cut the blonde-haired woman's massive body in half. The still-roaring chainsaw sword, with its spinning teeth, jammed into the floor.

Thud—Thud!

The gory remains of the woman's organs spilled out, accompanied by the sound of her body hitting the ground.

"Phew—"

Zaire, taking a deep breath, pulled the chainsaw sword out of the ground. He noticed the stinging pain in his feet, looked down to see that his shoes had nearly burned away, and his feet were reddened and blistered from the heat.

"Hiss—"

Zaire winced as he removed his still-hot shoes and stood barefoot on the warm ground. Sometimes, being too immersed in battle wasn't ideal…

He squinted, shaking his head in resignation. After about five minutes, the pain in his feet gradually subsided. Leaning on the chainsaw sword, he glanced at the lava pool's dark red heat and the plasma gun lying on the opposite side, as well as the messy remains of the woman's body.

Zaire decided to deal with these matters later. He turned and walked deeper into the corridor. The blonde-haired woman was dead, but Eugene's fate still needed to be determined.

At the end of the corridor was a small room for storing tools and equipment, now empty except for a dim emergency light in one corner. Under the dim light, a tall man, completely stripped of clothes and chained by iron cuffs to a pipe, lay curled up on the damp, water-stained floor.

Eugene was lying beneath a dripping faucet, with water droplets continuously falling on his pale face. His eyes were tightly closed, unresponsive, seemingly suffering from a painful water torture and mental abuse.

Zaire quickly approached and, after confirming Eugene's chest was still rising and falling, swung the chainsaw sword to sever the chains binding Eugene's wrists. Eugene collapsed onto the floor like a discarded rag doll, still unconscious.

Zaire dragged Eugene aside with one hand and checked him carefully, confirming he was in a deep coma and needed medical assistance. This was beyond his capability to help.

Zaire glanced at the blood spattered on him and the still-dripping faucet. He took off his bloodied clothes and began to clean the blood from the area, his gaze falling on Eugene's scattered clothes nearby.

About an hour later, the lava pool had cooled, and Zaire successfully recovered the 'Machine Soul Displeased' plasma gun. He had intended to salvage the blonde-haired woman's silver armor but found it completely damaged and worthless. Feeling a loss of a fortune, Zaire expressionlessly placed the bloodied clothes to be destroyed near the corpse.

He retrieved the plasma gun and fired it, covering the body and everything around it in plasma.

Once the body was confirmed destroyed, Zaire, carrying the still-unconscious Eugene in his underwear, walked out of the corridor. The traffic outside was still busy.

Zaire picked up the previously discarded sheet and wrapped the chainsaw sword in it. He then patiently waited, occasionally checking Eugene's condition. As the sky grew darker and traffic lessened, Zaire disguised Eugene as a drunken friend and took him to a public phone booth with a motorcycle.

He called for an ambulance and, upon hearing the siren, Zaire, with the chainsaw sword under his arm, rode off into the distance.