Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

These employees held contracts in their left hands and firearms in their right. Their physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, reaching the level of curse users, but they still lacked mysterious power.

The mass production on the assembly line made it impossible for the devil to share all his power with them. The physical modification was the biggest change this time, but this power was more than enough for ordinary people.

One by one, residents were forced to sign contracts from the devil.

Even if some residents with strong wills, or those who are not afraid of them at all, resist, their resistance is futile against the devilish staff who can withstand bullets head-on without suffering fatal injuries and can recover quickly.

The slain souls automatically transferred to their work badges, were taken to the Gold Can branch, placed in a soul safe, and then transported back to the Goat Man Devil's location by professional devil transporters.

Just as Anita and the others had decided on their course of action, these sudden messages from all over the world shocked them.

"It seems the Goat-Man Demon has already begun its own actions and achieved significant results. We really can't delay any longer, otherwise we'll become insignificant to it. This situation is beyond our control now. We only have one option left: lure it to the place where the seal is set up and seal it completely. This is the only remaining chance for survival in this world!" Ron said.
Everyone nodded silently, knowing that the development trend of the Golden Can Company was unstoppable and no one could stop it.

The most important thing now is to fulfill their demands, and then find a reason, using Satan and Lucifer as an excuse, to trick them back here.

The sooner it is sealed, the sooner the losses can be mitigated for the entire world and for all of humanity, and more people can be saved.

The countdown to the end of the world was already hovering above their heads, urging them to stop hesitating and to stop being soft-hearted. Following the plan drawn by lot, the group began to act.

Everyone knew perfectly well that the tasks assigned to them by the goat-man devils were far beyond those of ordinary devils; they were being treated like executioners.

Boudiman spoke with a melancholy tone. He had spent half his life fighting to protect this land and to eradicate Satanism, but in the end, he himself had to destroy it.

This was a huge mockery for him.

Faced with this requirement for large-scale collection, after discussion, everyone realized that there was only one way to achieve it quickly: firearms.

These weapons, created by humans themselves specifically to kill humans, have at this moment become the devil's best help.

The group dispersed according to their chosen areas, and with the overwhelming power disparity, they quickly took control of the military zones in various locations. Ordinary soldiers, faced with this manipulation from the soul, offered no resistance and were all trapped in the illusion.

At eight o'clock the next morning, just as the sun was rising, the first rays of sunlight were accompanied by the torrent of steel that filled the sky.

Flames rose everywhere, and those who had just gotten up, smiling as they said goodbye to their families and went out to prepare for work, were completely stunned the moment they looked up at the sky.

They immediately ran home, but before they could even reach their house, it was instantly hit and collapsed by artillery fire. There was no time for them to grieve; the shockwave of the explosion swept over them, reuniting them with their families.

Their souls were automatically absorbed by the gold can branches that the group opened in various regions.

Under the gunfire, there were only the cries and wails of flesh and blood, but no trace of coldness.

Because no soul remains in such deaths, there is no resentment, preventing the formation of a widespread atmosphere of malevolence. Before the rest of Indonesia could react, a third of the region was already engulfed in gunfire. Some seized the opportunity to rebel, but when they thought they had allies dissatisfied with the government, they too were overwhelmed by the shelling. No one knew that this war was not fought for any ideals or goals; it was all for the purest, most primal slaughter.

The war was short-lived, and all the military's stockpiles, far exceeding the published figures, were expended in a short period of time.

The military supplies that the entire country had stored for decades were consumed in an instant, leaving the interior of the Gold Can Company completely filled with dark souls.

The places where souls are stored are already overflowing.

As a result, countless souls wandered and howled in the office area, and even in the boss's room, squeezing and tearing at each other, turning the entire Golden Can Company into a prison for souls.

As the sun set, everything fell into a deathly silence, save for the occasional sound of wailing.

Anita, along with Boudiman, Jeff, Ron, and others, gathered at the entrance of the Gold Can Company in Java. The once familiar streets were now broken and filled with the thick smell of gunpowder. They used the nameplate to enter the company located at the end of a dead end.

The moment they entered the Golden Can branch, countless souls carrying resentment rushed towards them.

Everyone unleashed their power, easily keeping the souls of these ordinary people at bay, rendering them utterly incapable of posing any threat.

Anita could sense an almost overwhelming sense of fear permeating the entire company; although the quality of this fear was extremely low, its sheer quantity was enormous.

Before their deaths, these souls endured the infinite despair that death brought them, and despair is the best breeding ground for fear.

In that instant, the four spider legs that Anita used to drive away the surrounding souls had undergone a transformation, their luster deepening and their appearance becoming even more mysterious.

Anita's power has risen to another level, completely surpassing Ron and the others, making her the strongest among them.

"This is what we did!" She didn't immediately focus on the increase in power within her body. Instead, her voice trembled as she looked at the souls before her and couldn't help but mutter to herself.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot and tired, even a little numb.

They knew how horrific the killings they had committed were, and how much despair they had caused, and that could not be absolved in any way.

"This should be enough to settle the score with the Goat-Man Demon, right?" Ron's voice was extremely dry, like two pieces of bark rubbing against each other.

His once gentle, refined, and magnetic voice was completely gone; his eyes were filled with age and loneliness, and he looked as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

This was almost impossible for him, given his demonic level of power, yet it was undeniably evident—a weariness emanating from his very soul. (End of Chapter)