Extraordinary Downton!

In a barbershop in Smallville Town, Downton suddenly appeared out of thin air.

After landing, he stared at his own chest in a daze, then couldn't help but purse his lips.

That wasn't an illusion just now. My physique has truly surpassed human limits. Not only do basic actions like sprinting no longer tire me out, but even rifle bullets can't pierce my bones!

After muttering to himself, Downton looked up at the bewildered barber and several customers.

Meeting Downton's gaze, the barber swallowed hard, then bolted out of his shop like a madman.

The customers followed closely behind the barber, swarming across the street to hide in an apartment building, leaving only a woman who had been getting a perm behind in the shop.

She struggled desperately to pull her head out of the machine while trembling as she looked at Downton, repeating the same words over and over.

"What's going on... what is happening... ugh!?"

Without Downton needing to do anything, the woman fainted on her own. Downton walked past her with a smirk, casually patting the perm machine perched above her head.

"Stop faking it. Even a fool can tell your fainting is staged. No one faints with such an exaggerated backward arch; if I didn't know better, I'd think you were having an orgasm!"

"Besides, if you leave this thing on for too long, won't your scalp get roasted? Are you stupid?"

While joking, Downton found the power cord for the perm machine, unplugged it, and then left the barbershop.

Downton strode down the main street, carrying his damaged rifle. Since General Lane had already taken control of all surveillance in Smallville, he encountered the General's men on almost every block.

The residents of Smallville felt the charm of war for the first time today; the sounds of gunfire and explosions echoing throughout the town made them feel as if they had been transported back to 1942.

Although Downton was no match for organized military squads at first, he was simply too reckless, and his physical prowess grew stronger with every death caused by an explosion.

Only forty minutes had passed, and after Downton had died eight times in a row, the situation in Smallville had completely reversed!

High above in the sky, a cold, stern man was watching the footage on his tablet with great interest.

On the surveillance screen, Downton was charging toward five soldiers at incredible speed!

Suddenly, the stern man frowned slightly.

In his eyes, Downton's head jerked to the side!

"Hiss!"

The stern man took a deep breath, then switched the tablet feed to the large screen beside him. With a few inputs, the center of the screen zoomed in sharply on Downton's head.

The stern man clearly saw a large-caliber sniper bullet strike Downton's occiput with precision, yet Downton only lost a patch of hair!

The next moment, the stern man activated the replay and ballistic analysis, tracing the trajectory back to the rooftop where the sniper was hiding.

After confirming the type of rifle the sniper had used, the stern man couldn't help but purse his lips.

"That was indeed an M24... and the bullet was blocked by his scalp?"

A moment later, the stern man said coldly.

"Downton's strength is increasing as time passes, or perhaps this enhancement is linked to the number of times he has died."

"I had intended to analyze his decision-making in dire straits, but I can no longer remain on the sidelines."

As he finished speaking, the stern man walked to the side and grabbed a parachute pack from the rack.

While strapping it on, he gave orders to his waiting subordinates.

"Begin the operation early to divert the military and General Lane's attention. General Lane's foolish daughter should be put to use as well."

"The common people of this world are always the same; the more they think they are clever, the more they believe everything must have a proper purpose."

"They need a purpose, so I shall give them one. Begin the operation!"

"As you command, Master!"

Following the Master's words, the cabin door slowly opened. The cabin, which had appeared to hold only a few people, was suddenly filled with dozens of ninjas ready to deploy.

Blending in with the crowd, the man known as the Master raised his right hand slightly and then clenched it into a fist.

Swish, swish, swish!

The ninjas immediately surged out of the cabin like Chiaotzu being dropped into a pot.

Meanwhile, in Smallville Town, Downton's head jerked violently again, and he shook his head, feeling dizzy.

"Damn it, a sniper. That hurt my skull."

After cursing, Downton shook his head vigorously again and turned around to find the direction the bullet had come from.

Seeing that Downton still hadn't died, the sniper gritted his teeth and fired another shot.

Bang!

The moment the gunshot rang out, Downton raised his right hand and shielded his face with his palm.

The next instant, the bullet slammed into the center of Downton's palm.

"Ugh!"

Downton let out a muffled grunt, then used his blood-stained palm to flick the scorching bullet onto the ground.

He looked at his palm; only the skin was broken, much like how an ordinary person might scrape their hand on a large stone after a fall.

Although Downton's reflexes had improved significantly, he had not yet reached the level where he could track sniper bullets with his eyes.

He simply felt that since the sniper had chosen to aim for the head the first time, perhaps he would do the same the second time.

Shaking his hand, Downton spat out a mouthful of blood and continued to pursue the soldiers as they shifted to new tactical positions.

The soldiers being chased by Downton had long since lost the composure they possessed half an hour ago; as they fled, they shouted loudly into their communication channels.

"The General's hypothesis is likely true. The target's strength has definitely increased, and it has reached a level... that no mortal could ever possibly attain!"

"Rifles can no longer inflict effective wounds. Ordinary bullets only leave a bruise on the target, and the bruise isn't even clearly defined!"

"We cannot continue to bombard him. The limits of humanity are not his limits; he is like a wild beast!"

"He's caught up to me!"

Accompanied by that final scream, Downton leaped over a dozen meters into the air, landing directly on a soldier's back and pinning him to the ground!

Before the soldier could even struggle, Downton raised his knee and slammed it fiercely into the back of the soldier's head!

Splat!

A scene reminiscent of a bursting watermelon unfolded before Downton, causing the other soldiers who witnessed it to let out hysterical screams.

"You're a devil!"

"A madman!"

"He's a madman!"

"Mama!"

Facing the soldiers' cries, Downton covered a distance of over ten meters in two bounds, forcefully pinning the muzzle of a soldier's rifle with his left hand.

Rat-tat-tat!

The soldier had desperately pulled the trigger, but those bullets were firmly blocked by Downton's palm!

The rifle in the soldier's hands exploded in an instant, sending countless fragments flying into the soldier's face.

Downton clenched his fist and smashed it into those shards, driving his own fist straight into the soldier's skull!

Squelch...

Downton pulled his right fist out of the soldier's head and turned to look behind him.

Another soldier pulled the pin on his grenade and charged toward him with a savage roar.

"Go to hell, you damn monster!"

Shouting at the top of his lungs, the soldier spread his arms, intending to wrap them tightly around Downton.

Meeting the soldier's embrace, Downton grinned and opened his own arms in return.

"I like the label of monster, because I would rather be a monster than just an ordinary mortal. As for you, even if my existence makes you feel despair, I admire your courage. So, I hope my embrace can offer some small comfort to your soul as you step into hell, buddy. Good luck in your next life!"

As his words faded...

BOOM!!!

High in the sky, beneath a parachute, the Master frowned deeper and deeper as he watched Downton emerge from the fire and explosions, his skin torn and flesh mangled.

Reporting our real-time results to all you bosses: our Downton is currently ranked 74th on the new book list and 14th on the new light novel category list!

Today, Half-Dead finally dares to summon the courage to say those words! Bosses, you are reading a work worth your time, and Half-Dead will never let you down!

So, boss, you look quite wealthy—how about lending us some monthly tickets to spend?