Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 202: Merciless Scorching Sun, Repeated Head Shakes

“Whoa, that’s one hell of a scene.”

Watching the Scorching Sun still expanding in the distance, “Sun” clearly realized there was no more time to waste. No matter who ended up with the Perfect Completion, he couldn’t just sit back and lose.

So, he went all-in.

At this moment, he finally unleashed the true meaning of this skill—for the first time ever—Merciless Scorching Sun.

Just a few minutes earlier, when he’d been chasing the Divine Creation all the way to that tilted Tokyo Tower, he started wondering why this round of the Game was such a slog.

Before, he had always steamrolled through. Whatever got in his way, he just blasted through it.

But this time? Schemes, decryption puzzles, and even having to guess who’d get the Perfect Completion.

“F*** it, why should I care that much?!”

In an instant, it was like something clicked. Sun threw his head back and let out a long howl—he was done holding back.

This Game was a good one. Might as well test this skill he’d never tried before.Merciless Scorching Sun!

The moment all his energy exploded outward—instantly—a scream followed.

It was his own scream.

His entire body ignited in flames. The fire didn’t appear from nowhere—it erupted from within him, spreading from his insides outward.

The screaming stopped quickly. His vocal cords and throat had burned up. Flames spewed from his gaping mouth, his ears and nose flickering with tongues of fire.

Within a few breaths, his body was covered in cracks. Firelight leaked out from within, gleaming blindingly.

Then, his figure vanished—incinerated to ashes in a sea of merciless flames—replaced by a fireball.

The fireball swelled violently. The nearby Tokyo Tower melted down completely, collapsing from its crooked shape into a heap of rubble.

The fireball didn’t seem to have a limit. It kept growing, quickly occupying the central plaza. Then, it hovered there in midair.

It was floating because the ground had melted away completely. If it were falling normally, it would’ve looked like it was about to burn through the earth.

That enormous fireball became Tokyo’s new landmark. At first glance, it looked like a nuclear bomb, drawing the eyes of nearly everyone.

Flames constantly surged from the surface like dragon’s breath. It truly resembled a miniature sun, hovering in the pitch-black night, casting a faint glow across the city.

“Haha... sh*t, that hurts!”

From the Tokyo night sky came a rough curse, so loud it echoed through every street of the city.

It was Sun’s voice. Merciless Scorching Sun had burned his body to nothing, leaving only his consciousness behind—trapped inside that terrifying fireball.

Normally, a move like this would be a desperate all-or-nothing gambit. Using it once would mean mutual destruction.

But this was the Game. As long as he got the Perfect Completion, regenerating his body wouldn’t be an issue.

If not? Well, maybe Advanced Healing Potion would come in handy.

“How’s that for making some noise!”

“I’m Sun! Bring it!”

His roaring challenge was like a blast of wind, sweeping through Tokyo’s streets and into everyone’s ears.

This kind of provocation mattered—now all eyes and blame were pointed at him.

All the Divine Creations began to shift course. It was like they’d received a signal, redirecting their attacks to a new target.

At that moment, it felt like the whole world was paying respect to Sun.

“Huh?”

Chiyo Eine stared wide-eyed at the blazing sun in the distance, unable to stop herself from gasping.

She could tell—these people were all monstrously powerful.

How the hell were they supposed to deal with this Sun guy?

Could her Black Water even swallow something like that?

What was this existence? There had been nothing about this kind of power in the earlier intel. How could this man’s strength unfold in this way?

How did a single Game round end up pulling together this level of power?

Was the world’s overall combat power really this inflated now?

“Your expression’s telling me you can’t beat him, huh?”

From afar, Xie Antong’s voice floated over, teasing as she saw the shock on Chiyo Eine’s face.

She’d just downed an Advanced Healing Potion, mending her external injuries.

Fighting someone like Chiyo Eine—it was impossible not to get hurt. And the reason she didn’t hold back on using a high-tier potion was simple: she wasn’t about to overlook any wounds.

A top-tier cautious and wealthy player.

“...” Chiyo Eine had no words.

Honestly, this Sun guy—she really didn’t have much confidence in taking him down.

And the one in front of her? The guy who only dodged and defended—he still hadn’t been taken care of.

She’d been paying attention to Blank’s fights. This person moved like he had endless combat experience—his movements smooth and practiced.

And with all kinds of Items, plus that creepy, mind-reader-level understanding of her, he’d managed to hold his own all this time. Like a swallow weaving through countless webs.

And somehow, she just didn’t dare go all-out on him. Every time she saw that slight smile on his face, she felt like she’d fall into some trap if she did.

But in truth, that unease was all thanks to Xie Antong’s strategy.

...

Elsewhere, the Divine Creation tangled with Lu Ce started trying to break free, clearly wanting to head toward Sun.

“Hey hey hey, what kind of player are you, huh? You’re just gonna ditch me mid-fight?”

Lu Ce’s voice rang out at the same time. His limbs tensed as he hugged the thing tight.

Their posture was bizarre—the enemy’s sharp arm thrust into Lu Ce’s limbs, but his limbs were so twisted now they barely counted as human—more like a puppet’s arms grabbing back.

“You die here with me. Don’t go handing out free kills over there. ~”

Lu Ce grinned, then suddenly flung his head back. His head turned into a sledgehammer and slammed forward.

And just like that, with each brutal hammer headbutt, Lu Ce smashed the enemy until it stopped moving—no life signs left.

He stood up, twisting his half-ruined body, and looked toward the distant Sun.

“Nice work. But you’re kinda stealing my spotlight~”

Then, on the nearby streets—and even farther out—people on the paths Lu Ce had walked earlier in the day started going mad.

Chaos Triggered, Lu Ce detonated the seeds he’d planted earlier.

Then he tossed the Confessions of the Disillusioned into the air, where it hovered and opened to the center page!

A hazy gray mist began to spread—like a spiritual plague.

In an instant, the nearby Divine Creations slammed on the brakes. It was as if they suddenly doubted their target.

Some sprinted toward Sun. Others turned back toward Lu Ce. Back and forth, again and again, unable to make a decision—until finally, they just stood there...

...repeatedly shaking their heads.