In the extraordinary world, those of different strengths even fought in vastly different ways.
Low-level extraordinary beings, those recruits who had just become Professionals, were basically playing a Soulslike game even against the weakest monsters.
The enemy was a hyperactive mad dog with maxed-out aggression. Even if your body was not complete trash, compared to a beast, you were still like a three-hundred-pound fatty. Worse still, you had to chip away at its health with a little knife, while it had thick skin, locked health, and extraordinary regeneration.
Mid-level Professionals, equipped with plenty of weapons and extraordinary abilities, were playing something more like a traditional action game. Fights went back and forth, and the upper limit of skill and equipment combinations was high, while the lower limit when you acted stupidly was also very low.
High-Level Professionals possessed rules and even top-tier extraordinary armaments. Fighting was like mowing down hordes of enemies alone. Their abilities generally struck whole groups at once, they were difficult to kill, and their endurance was strong. Among the myriad worlds, they already counted as well-rounded fighters.
And above that level—
"War between nations is war, and my ability can turn it into a relatively efficient and cold-blooded strategy game."
At this level, a "king" was already difficult to assassinate. Even if their physical body died, they could usually come back from the dead several times—and that was assuming the one killed was the main body.
"What meaning does a king without subjects have?"
Thus, once they reached this level, mutual slaughter became warfare. The focus was not even on killing the gods' Main Bodies, nor was it those subordinate gods or other high-level combatants.
"Kill all his followers, destroy his industries, strip away his organization. A hollow god, even if it does not naturally fall,