Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

At this moment, the middle-aged man used his sharp black fingernail to cut his left palm, and eleven drops of black blood flew out of his palm. This blood burrowed into the holes between the eyebrows, and in just six seconds, everyone's wounds between their eyebrows healed. They all slowly opened their eyes and stood up.

"What happened to us? I remember..." The middle-aged chef was filled with dread as he recalled the last moments, the pain still vivid in his mind.

He subconsciously touched his face and breathed a slight sigh of relief when he found it smooth. He even wondered if he had been hallucinating, but the park scene in front of him, both strange and familiar, was clearly not his restaurant.

When asked by the crowd, the young man in the suit smiled and then extended his left hand.

Accompanied by an eerie whisper, a black goat mark appeared between the eyebrows of each person. The mark only appeared for a moment and then disappeared, but this momentary appearance caused them immense pain, and at the same time, it made them aware of everything.

"What?! We're already dead!" The crowd stared in disbelief at the sun in the sky, the surrounding environment, and the fleeing passersby, unable to accept this information.

But as the information was transmitted into their minds, they had to accept their situation and knew that from this moment on, they were employees of the Gold Can Company.

The job duties are simple: sign contracts with everyone around you. Of course, in the early stages, the company will conduct a large-scale mandatory coverage of contracts, and they need to deal with those who slip through the net and newborn babies.

This area includes the entire town and twenty surrounding towns. All ordinary people must sign contracts within three days, and all living things must serve the Gold Can Company.

The task was enormous for them. Even though the company's later large-scale contracts would force the enslavement of all the surrounding residents, the number of those who slipped through the net, such as travelers, would still be considerable.

"Can we use force?" one of the women asked cautiously.

"Of course, use whatever methods you like," the young man in the suit smiled. "Even holding a knife to their throats is fine; this isn't the time for devilish elegance."

In the past, when they were targeting demons, they dared not act recklessly and could only choose high-quality customers. They also had time to show their elegance. But now it's completely different, and it's time to show their true colors.

If you still focus on details, insist on so-called elegance, and enjoy the despairing performance of the other party after being deceived, you will definitely be punished by the devilish Goat Man.

What we need now is efficiency, efficiency, and more efficiency!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They could feel that the power within each of them had exceeded that of ordinary people by several times. If the use of force was allowed under these circumstances, their work efficiency could definitely be increased by dozens of times.

This small town is just a microcosm. At the same time, the same thing is happening in 217 other places around the world. In less than half a day, the Gold Can Company has spread everywhere, occupied major cities in various countries, and is rapidly expanding to the surrounding areas.

Meanwhile, the people in Indonesia are gathering together to discuss countermeasures against the vanished goat-man demon and its demands.

"Should we start a company now?" Jeff asked, rubbing his head.

“This is the first requirement of the Goat-Man Devil, and it’s very important if we don’t do it,” Kevin chimed in.

“But it wants us to kill a whole third of Indonesians. Is it going to start a war? This is insane.” Boudiman’s voice was full of helplessness.

At this moment, Ron stood up: "This is something we can't avoid. Sometimes sacrifice is inevitable. From another perspective, if we don't do it, the whole world will sacrifice; if we do it, perhaps a third, but at least we might minimize the damage to the entire world. We have no choice, do we?"

Everyone looked at the pastor, who was known for his kindness, in surprise, never expecting him to say such a thing.

Ron smiled bitterly. Among those present, he knew someone had to make a choice. This path was unavoidable. Rather than putting others in a difficult position, he would rather take the initiative to bear the guilt himself. He was willing to endure all the psychological torment himself, which was why he was the first to propose it.

After a moment of silence, everyone raised their hands in agreement with the result and choice. "Where should we choose the location?"

"Let's draw lots. We have no right to decide which region's people lose their lives. Let fate decide."

To lure the goat-man devil back here, they must accomplish something and come up with a good reason.

If nothing is done, the goat-man demon probably won't even need to come in person; a single remote curse would be enough to wipe them out, rendering all previous preparations futile.

After deciding to use a lottery system, Anita tore off a dozen or so slips of paper and put them into a box with a spider carved on the lid. She placed the box on the table and infused it with a dark power; everyone could hear something gently rolling inside.

“This contains the names of all the major regions of Indonesia,” Anita explained. “Each slip of paper is cursed and cannot be detected, ensuring absolute fairness.”

Her spider legs extended from behind, gently lifting the lid of the box. A strange fragrance wafted out, and dozens of yellowed strips of paper floated inside.

Boudiman was the first to step forward. His fingers were burned the moment they touched the paper, but he pulled one out without batting an eye.

"Jakarta," he read the place name aloud, his voice trembling slightly.

The selection of this metropolis with a population of tens of millions means that millions of people will pay the ultimate price.

Kevin then drew Bali, while Jeff drew Surabaya.

As each place name was read out, the air in the room grew heavier and heavier. When the last slip of paper was pulled out, the room fell completely silent.

They could imagine the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

If a population of ten million is to be completed within 12 hours, it means that five hundred people must be killed every second. This is definitely not as simple as just a cold, hard number.

“That’s it!” Anita’s voice wavered for the first time.

She once thought she had long since abandoned human emotions, but now those deeply buried memories surged back like a tide: familiar streets, the childhood cottage, her long-deceased parents—all of which she would destroy with her own hands.

"Then it's settled!"

Ron nodded with difficulty. If word got out that they had made this choice, they might be called true demons, traitors to humanity.

Each family that lost a loved one didn't care about random checks or fate, or even the circumstances of Ron and the others; all they cared about was that their loved ones had been killed by this group.

Ron and the others are enemies.

Moreover, they did nothing wrong; it's just a matter of perspective and stance, not right or wrong. Hatred is inevitable and unavoidable. There is no such thing as understanding, because 'understanding' means betraying one's own family.

On the map, the selected areas are all marked.

A contract glowing with an eerie light, and goat markings dancing in pairs of eyes. (End of Chapter)