Josiah was currently on the second floor, facing a quadruple room.
The monsters within included, but were not limited to, Spider Sacs, Tracking Corpses, Sprinting Maggots, and Blood Tear Mimicking Isaacs.
When these types of monsters appeared together,
Josiah's expression gradually became one of pain.
He found his attack power... was simply too low.
Although his fire rate had increased, it wasn't killing anything, and he had to constantly switch positions under the monsters' tracking, which further weakened his output environment.
The health he had painstakingly refilled with red hearts along the way almost hit zero after he entered the quadruple room.
It was another narrow escape with half a heart remaining.
This prompted ridicule from the barrages of comments.
"You can't play unless you're on the brink of death, huh?"
"Josiah, turn off that health-lock plugin, why do you need plugins to play a bullet hell game?"
"I bet he's sweating now."
