Only Those Who Survive Are Worthy of Being My Opponent!

"Splut!"

Gudening watched as his body was kicked head-on by the giant's 800-yard foot and splattered into a puddle of blood against the thick stone wall, mentally supplying the sound himself.

The illusion of an overwhelming stench of foot odor still lingered beneath his nose.

It had to be an illusion.

Souls shouldn't have a sense of smell.

And the giant's massive foot had "exploded" on impact.

Flesh and blood sprayed everywhere.

Gudening's scalp went numb at the sight. He had thought Xu Meng was truly about to throw all concerns about censorship aside and let himself run wild.

Though ever since last year, "censorship" had basically stopped having anything to do with Dream Builder.

—The Frost Snow Project Development Team kept churning out increasingly suggestive characters, furniture, and scenes. In Sprawling Metropolis, there was stripping, naked bathing, and recently even those outrageously suggestive courtesan massages...

Yet no department had stepped forward to say Dream Builder's actions were noncompliant.

But "violence" was different from "suggestiveness." Dream Builder had always been relatively restrained in its depictions of violence.

The sight of that American guy being bitten in half by the giant had already been horrifying enough. The "blood explosions" caused by Stone Throw, which shattered bodies at the slightest hit, had pushed the gore scale to the limit.

Gudening welcomed suggestive content, but he remained reserved about gore.

Fortunately, he soon saw that after the exploded flesh from the giant's foot flew outward, mist quickly began to rise from it. There was less and less of it, until it simply... evaporated?

He looked up in confusion and discovered that the giant's badly injured foot was rapidly healing and restoring itself amid the rising steam.

Then he looked at Fortress City's cracked stone gate.

"How the fuck are we supposed to fight