Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

A long trail of ash stretched out behind the ice wall at the deepest part of the Antarctic glacier. The remaining flames seeped into the ground and even eroded the ice surface, creating cracks that contained a very strange curse power.

The middle-aged man moved forward by constantly cutting his own body. If it weren't for the holy power on his arms protecting him, he would have been burned to ashes long ago.

"Almost there, almost there, almost there!" he kept repeating anxiously in his mind, the dual torment of his soul and body causing him unbearable suffering. "Damn it, why has this world become like this!"

He cursed as he climbed.

Before, no matter what, he could be considered a respectable person, but at this moment he looked like a beggar, disheveled and smelling of a withered old man and the strange smell of burnt roasted meat.

A Weddell seal weighing 3 tons came here following the scent.

It saw the middle-aged man crawling and pretended to slowly lower its head, sniffing around as it approached. When it quietly came to the burning piece of the man's body that it had just cut off, it watched the roasted meat with curiosity, which it had never seen before, and only took a slight sniff.

A green flame instantly entered its nostril.

In an instant, the seal's entire body glowed green, and then burst into green flames.

The Weddell seal only had time to let out a painful cry before its entire body, enveloped in an eerie green light, collapsed in an instant like a block of ice melting a thousand times faster, turning into a pool of ashes with the same odor.

Its body, unlike the body cut out by a middle-aged man in a suit, still contains extraordinary power.

This is the true power of the curse.

The middle-aged man turned around and saw this scene. He was immediately filled with fear. He forced himself to stand up and crawled with his last bit of strength. He could feel the attraction and call from the holy power growing stronger and stronger.

It's right ahead, right behind that huge block of ice.

At this moment, in the Java region, inside the ruins of the Gold Can branch office in an alley near Anita's apartment.

The group has already systematically categorized and screened all the souls.

The souls of these ordinary people were imprisoned in three separate rooms, with the room containing the fewest souls having only about 1000.

Everyone took out their nameplates, and as they gathered together, black energy shot out from them as they activated their power.

These black mists continuously entangled those miserable souls, and under their caresses, their illusory bodies materialized into human forms, crowding together densely, their bodies even overlapping each other.

This made them feel extremely uncomfortable, as if their bodies had been forcibly stuffed into someone else's, and then another body had been forcibly squeezed into their own.

This feeling was absolutely terrible, a hundred or a thousand times worse than the feeling of being crammed together in the most crowded subway, and countless times worse and more awful than the feeling of something suddenly squeezing into your body while you're on a crowded subway.

After all, this is just a small room, yet it contains a thousand souls in a human form.

"Oh my god, can anyone tell me what happened? Help!"

"Someone help me, what's wrong with me? I remember I was cooking at home."

"Where am I? Oh, damn it, get away from me and get your arm out of my stomach!" "Ugh, how come there are so many people inside me? What's going on?"

"Get out of here, you disgusting bastards! Get away from me right now!"

"Help! My God!"

These people kept arguing, roaring, wailing, and crying loudly.

"Shut up, all of you!" Quake slammed his hand on the table, his voice, imbued with demonic power, instantly spreading out and reaching the group of souls in the secret chamber.

The terrifying pressure instantly silenced the previously noisy souls.

They endured the discomfort of their souls, standing stiffly in place, not daring to howl even slightly.

Every soul felt a deadly threat from the terrifying aura of that roar, a threat that could tear them apart at any moment.

At this moment, they felt as insignificant as ants. In their eyes, Quake's ferocious aura was like an ancient behemoth standing in front of them, its blood-red maw wide open, ready to tear them apart at any moment.

This feeling was terrifying; it was a deadly threat. Every soul was frantically issuing warnings. Humans are undoubtedly creatures that seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

The nameplate kept emitting light.

Anita, who was standing nearby, also noticed the situation: "We need to release these souls. They're all huddled together, and when their bodies are fully formed and their souls are modified, they might stick together and become a bizarre, composite humanoid monster."

At this moment, Boudiman stepped forward. Facing the imprisoned souls, he said loudly and solemnly, "Listen carefully, you are all dead."

"What? How is this possible?"

"Where is my wife? Where is my wife? Where are my children? Where are my children?"

"Honey, where are you? What's going on?"

"No, I still have a lot to do. I'm still young, and I have many wishes to fulfill."

"Finally dead, I can be free from the torment of that illness, but why am I still conscious? Does the soul really exist?"

Different people reacted to this news in completely different ways.

Most of them were filled with regret and disbelief. Faced with their reactions, Boudiman was unable to offer any comfort; he himself was the culprit. So he simply ignored their cacophony of wailing and continued:
"You are lucky now, you have a chance to live. If you want to live, shut up."

"Do you see those densely packed souls next to you? Compared to you, a group of people crammed into one place, they are millions of souls crammed into the same place, and they are suffering even more than you."

“You have been selected. If you want to live, do as I say now. This is not hell, but the devil’s domain. There is no heaven here either. There is no salvation, no judgment.”

"There's only one job waiting for you. If you're willing, keep quiet and you'll have a chance to return to the human world; if you're not, keep making noise. I'll set a curse here: anyone whose voice exceeds 50 decibels will be killed by my power. If you want to die, feel free to make a sound." (End of Chapter)