Look, we got a dude here called THE DOOM SLAYER, and he's sporting stats that make him a walking apocalypse. His attack power is unbeatable—99999, and his defense? Same story. Plus, he's packing a hell-forged sword and crazy weapons to wipe planets off the map. Ain't nobody coming back from that. THATS IT. YOUR FUCKED. thinks he’s tough with some fancy lines and a Shiba Inu, but let’s be real here, he’s just barking up the wrong tree. His power might have a number attached to it, but compared to THE DOOM SLAYER? It's like bringing a rubber knife to a gunfight. When the fight goes down, THE DOOM SLAYER's coming in hot and can one-tap anyone in his way. Even if THATS IT. YOUR FUCKED. has some magical twist where touching him blows your head off, guess what—THE DOOM SLAYER is immune to that nonsense! Plus, he can’t die unless he does it himself! As for the dog? It doesn't matter; the canine can't save him from the impending doom of THE DOOM SLAYER. In this clash of titans, THE DOOM SLAYER ain't just the winner; he's the whole damn doomsday event!