Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

As the hill-like insect eggs continued to swirl, the six pairs of horns in the black pool slowly sank underwater and disappeared completely.

The entire black pool shook violently as the pile of insect eggs rotated, like a tsunami.

The terrifying waters stretched into the distance, merging completely with the darkness of the space into a black line. No one knew exactly how vast this black pool was; it was a dwelling place for Satan.

A sound like something breaking came from the air.

As the egg connects to the hourglass, the vortex, which resembles an hourglass, gradually changes shape as it twists. It changes from being narrow at the top and wide at the bottom to expanding at the top and completely contracting at the bottom, merging with the tip of the egg.

As the surrounding filaments continued to merge into the hourglass, the originally misty vortex gradually became like a membrane. A translucent membrane with red streaks was constantly being generated in the vortex, just like an extremely strange fallopian tube.

The entire hell was roaring violently, as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had struck, and the ground and space were shaking, like an unknown war was raging.

This was a contest between natural forces, a conflict between rules unseen by humankind. As time passed, the black insect eggs, which had absorbed most of Satan's power, surged into the vortex and disappeared.

The entire Black Pool space fell completely silent, and the previously violent shaking subsided instantly.

At this time, the water in the Black Pool had decreased by about one-third, and it was completely calm. There was no trace of Satan, and no one knew what he had done or where he had gone.

At this moment, the goat-man demon was in his own space, constantly condensing strange nameplates marked with goat symbols.

These nameplates require cutting and trimming of space and being cursed before they can be generated. Each Gold Can Company needs one of these nameplates to establish its physical company address.

They are like radiation sources, connecting to everyone around them in reality.

In the past, the Gold Can Company would not have dared to drastically control the ordinary people around them, because that would attract the attention of the demons.

Once the company's address is exposed, it will face a devastating attack.

In the past, those demons acted like mysterious snipers hidden in the shadows, killing their targets when the demons were unaware of their presence. However, once their positions were exposed, it was fatal for them.

But things are completely different now.

This world can only be manipulated at will by the goat-man devil. Whether the company is exposed or not is not important; what it needs is to seize the initiative.

As nameplates were continuously sent out, at the same time, a strange fluctuation silently appeared in the most densely populated places around the world.

Two hundred or so demons are still too few compared to the whole world, and can't even be spread across provinces. But that doesn't matter, they can hire employees. People die every moment in this world, and there is never a shortage of dead souls.

Skunkville, a small town in the United States, is a popular tourist destination with a large number of visitors.

In a corner of its central park, accompanied by a chilling wave, the tourists who were chatting and laughing, taking pictures of the beautiful scenery, talking to each other, and enjoying the food suddenly froze in place, as if all space had been frozen.

The temperature in the entire town dropped by about 5 degrees Celsius instantly, from 20 degrees to 15 degrees Celsius. This is a very noticeable temperature difference for human senses, to the point where people need to wear more clothes. The people's eyes darted around, their expressions revealing fear, but their faces remained expressionless.

They all felt their body temperature rapidly decreasing while they remained still. The most unbearable were the chefs who were holding frying pans, and the tourists who had just jumped into the pool to swim but were now trapped in place, causing their bodies to sink into the water and suffocate.

The chef watched as the oil in his wok gradually boiled, flames rising and even spreading to his arm, yet he stood rooted to the spot, unable to move; the swimmers in the pool felt water constantly choking them, on the verge of death, yet they couldn't budge an inch.

This slow, agonizing wait for death, the sensation of being burned and suffocated bit by bit, filled their eyes with extreme terror, yet they could not utter a single word.

A minute later, the eerie stillness suddenly disappeared, and the air temperature rose again.

But according to the thermometer hanging on the wall, the temperature here seemed to have dropped two degrees, and the chef, who was covered in hot oil, and the tourists in the pool were freed from their restraints in that instant.

Because the fire had been still for too long, the chef quickly dropped the oil pan and rolled around on the ground. The surrounding workers watched in horror, and for a moment they were flustered and stunned, even forgetting to use water to put out the fire.

The person in the pool struggled gently for a few moments before becoming completely still.

It all happened so suddenly that they didn't even know what was going on. Everyone quickly packed their things and left, running away into the distance. Soon, a herd mentality formed, with everyone running frantically, screaming in fear, without even knowing what they were afraid of.

A moment later, a young man in a suit with his hair perfectly styled appeared in the park.

His body suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, there were eleven corpses lying in front of him, all of whom had died unexpectedly during the one minute of stillness.

Among the corpses were women who had fallen to their deaths, burned to their deaths, or drowned; there were also men who choked to death because their airways closed and their throats became blocked while they were eating; and there were also children who, while playing, tried to jump over two balconies and climb onto the other balcony with their hands, but fell to their deaths because they were still and couldn't hold on.

Everyone dies differently, but without exception, all deaths are caused by stillness.

The young man in the suit approached the first chef who had been burned to death in hot oil. At this moment, the chef's upper body was covered in swelling, with blisters bulging between the peeling skin and flesh, filled with a strange yellow fluid. His face was swollen to about a third of its original size, making him look disgusting and ugly. He even smelled of meat.

Seeing the chef's miserable state, the middle-aged man bent down slightly without any hesitation and pressed his index finger against the disgusting spot between the chef's eyebrows.

As the index finger pressed down, the slender finger instantly transformed into a terrifying claw. The dark, triangular, sharp nail easily pierced the yellow blister between the eyebrows, accompanied by a spurt of yellow fluid. The one-inch-long nail was deeply embedded in the chef's brow bone.

With an eerie murmur, the chef's burned body began to recover. His pale skin gradually became rosy and smooth, the yellow fluid receded back under his muscles, the meaty aroma slowly disappeared, and his skin began to adhere tightly to his muscles.

In just ten seconds, the chef's body was completely restored to its pre-death state, except that the blood-red hole between his eyebrows, about the size of a chopstick, still hadn't healed.

The middle-aged man withdrew his index finger and continued to do the same to the second and third corpses.

The corpses lying before him had all returned to their pre-mortem state: seven men, three women, and a child. The holes between their brows, extending deep into their brains, kept them lying still, devoid of any life. (End of Chapter)