Hair, or rather... hairstyle, is an important component of human appearance.

A suitable hairstyle can enhance one's image, modify facial features, and change one's temperament. An unsuitable hairstyle... can be called a disaster.

Feng Bujue wasn't someone who cared much about his appearance. From childhood to adulthood, his hair had always been taken care of by a ten-yuan barber. The main reason was... he was really lazy and didn't want to spend too much time on getting a haircut. So, he usually let his messy hair grow to a sloppy length before getting a haircut... Moreover, he didn't wash or style it, didn't care about looks, only wanted it to be refreshing. In short, he wanted it "clean, efficient, and quick," and then be done with it.

However, Feng Bujue... also had his bottom lines. For him, the coverage area and minimum length of his hair were two insurmountable divides.

Because he understood that in the vast multiverse, there was always a truth circulating – baldness is a man's greatest enemy.

Whether you are as cool as Rukawa Kaede, or as beautiful as Hisoka; whether you are as handsome as Daniel Wu, or as godlike as Takeshi Kaneshiro... once you become bald, can you be more handsome than Gandhi?

Of course... in the bald world, there are also many powerful, domineering, and cool men.

Saitama, Kratos, 47, warriors from Planet M78... are all good examples.

However, the secret to their strength has always been a mystery... unknown to the world.

Some say it's due to bloodline, some say it's due to light energy... but these speculations or cover-ups from onlookers are obviously not the real answers.

The real truth... we all understand.

…………

Di di di——

Warning:

——High energy reaction detected.

Data identification:

——???

Tactical control options:

——Immediately move away from the target at full speed.

Survival probability:

12%...9%...6%...

"What's going on..." V1-God of War didn't run because he couldn't believe or understand the information fed back by the tactical analysis module, "...What did you do?"

"Did what? Isn't it obvious..." Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes and replied calmly, "I'm bald, and I've become stronger."

"Don't you think your answer makes absolutely no sense?" V1 continued.

"You can't understand?" Feng Bujue said, "Hmph... fine, I'll explain it to you."

As he spoke, he strolled around V1 as if he was taking a leisurely walk: "As far as humans are concerned, there are many ways to make their bodies stronger. Take me for example... I've become much stronger in the last few months. My secret is to continuously and persistently execute an extremely harsh training plan..." He put on a serious expression as if he was constipated, and then said, "Every day, one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred frog jumps, followed by a ten-kilometer long run... rain or shine."

"Are you kidding me?" V1's anger seemed to have reached the breaking point again, "Does this have even the slightest connection to your current transformation? And..." His giant eye cast a painful look, "That's just ordinary muscle training... it's not particularly hard, is it..."

"Hehe..." Feng Bujue smiled, "You found out..." At this point, he suddenly attacked, "I was just kidding you!"

[Name: Yakyuken Lv10]

[Skill Card Attributes: Active Skill, Permanently Mastered]

[Skill Category: Combat]

[Effect: Unleashes both fists, launching a melee attack on the enemy in front (cooldown time of one hour)]

[Consumption: Stamina 3]

[Learning conditions: Combat Specialization F]

[Remarks: After experiencing the trials of Lv1-9, this unappealing and useless shrimp martial art finally shows its edge. When the divine skill reaches level ten, it suddenly becomes clear, a one-hit kill! As the saying goes – nothing is difficult in the world, only afraid of Yakyuken.]

Chi——

In an instant, the sound of fist wind breaking through the air rang out.

When V1 came back to his senses, Feng Bujue's fists had already been inserted into his ribs.

"This... how... is this possible..." The surging energy around V1 instantly disappeared, and the data flow in his giant eye also stopped flowing.

As the strongest existence among first-level Derivatives, he was unable to react in any way to the blow in front of him...

V1 doesn't need to breathe, has no blood in his body, and has no organs. Logically speaking, only a skill like Qigong Cannon that can shatter a person into pieces can kill him. In ordinary hand-to-hand combat... even if you cut him into several pieces, he won't die.

But this punch directly took his life.

"You... what exactly are you..." As he said this, a stream of black data gradually spread from V1's wound and began to devour his body, "...what?"

"Human." In Feng Bujue's eyes, a black data stream flashed, "A human who has been liberated from 'illusion'."

"You actually... from Zero..." The stress in V1's voice disappeared, and speaking became difficult, "...got...what..."

"Some things... only I know." Feng Bujue interrupted coldly, "Not even Lute and Twenty-Three know..." He retracted his hands and slowly turned around, "Zero told me something that I can now fully understand – 'In the world of data, factors such as time and speed are not absolute. The key to deciding who is 'stronger' is not the speed, strength, and energy on the surface... but the acceleration ratio when executing the program.' That's why... you couldn't capture my movements just now." He tilted his head slightly, looking at the other party with the corner of his eye, "Finally, let me tell you... the item you couldn't identify is called [Chuck Norris's Razor], it's a 'super-limit item'. As the name suggests... it can do things that the system limits. On the surface, its effect is 'to change the player's appearance outside the login space'; but in reality... its real effect is to allow people to temporarily obtain a 'super-limit' state."

"Impossible..." As he spoke, 50% of V1's body had been covered by the black data stream... This scene was strikingly similar to the scene when X-23 killed Y2-Gleaming, "Even if you surpass the system limits, you humans can't do this..."

"On this point... I agree." Feng Bujue calmly continued, "Currently, the evolutionary level of the human brain is indeed not enough to fight against you on the data level... but, I did it." The data stream in his eyes flashed faster and faster, and soon, the retinas of both eyes turned pitch black, "Even I don't know why this is... maybe I'm gifted, or maybe 'that guy' is playing tricks, in short... in this world of data, my thinking speed has far exceeded the limits it should have."

He paused for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Just like the only special Derivatives in this world, with the premise of having a data perspective, I can not only 'see', but also 'interpret'. The world in my eyes... is clearer than what you see." He looked at V1, who was about to be completely corroded, and shrugged, "Let me give you an analogy... if we use the matrix code as the boundary to divide the forms in which various creatures view *Thriller Paradise*, then... the situation of ordinary players and NPCs is – what you see is what you get; the situation of a few players, NPCs, and the vast majority of Derivatives is – what you see is not what you get..." He took a few more steps and turned around, "As for me, and a very few high-ranking existences, it is – what you see is what you get."

As the voice fell, the black data stream had eroded V1's entire body, leaving only his giant eye still in its original state: "You... called me... a creature?"

"I already told Lute that I admit that you Derivatives are life forms, and I am willing to fight for the rights that intelligent life should have." Feng Bujue replied, "Unfortunately... it seems a little late to tell you this now. But if I had said it earlier, you wouldn't have believed it. In any case, you would have fought me, and in any case, you would have died..."

"Countless codes converge into 'choices', and countless choices ultimately weave 'fate'..." V1 looked at Brother Jue, muttering, "Heh... Feng Bujue, I finally understand what you mean..."

After saying these last words, V1-God of War's eyes also turned black. The next second, he turned into black data fragments, scattered and disappeared...

…………

In the early morning, Feng Bujue woke up from the game pod.

After the pod opened, he silently sat up.

After a brief silence, he spoke: "Who are you?"

"As expected, you're not simple." A man's voice came from the shadows in the corner of the living room, "A mere mortal... can actually detect my existence in an instant."

"Every time I enter the game, my cat will climb to a specific position on the edge of the sofa to monitor me..." Feng Bujue responded very calmly, and climbed out of the game pod without haste, "But at this moment, she's not there." He took a deep breath, quickly adjusting his heart rate and pulse to the best state, "According to my observations over the past few days, she is by no means a negligent guy. Since she's not where she should be, something must have happened." As he spoke, he walked towards the shadows in the living room, "Considering her identity and strength, there are only two possibilities... First, she temporarily left my residence due to a certain task. Second, she was killed by someone stronger than her."

"Hehe..." The man smiled and walked out of the darkness, "I'm not as cruel as you said, Feng Bujue." He was a blond European man, with a very ordinary height and appearance, but the temperament revealed in his eyes made Brother Jue feel a hint of strangeness, "I just drew a demon summoning circle a few thousand miles away from here and summoned her over." He shrugged, "She won't be back anytime soon."