Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Kyle's father vented all his pain and resentment over his wife's death on young Kyle, believing him to be a jinx who brought misfortune.

The abuse ranged from psychological humiliation to physical beatings, day after day.

A child who is not loved by his father will naturally be looked down upon by others, and his uncle Bart intensifies his abuse. His adoptive mother, the woman trembling downstairs, has never offered a helping hand, but has only watched all of this with indifference and even a hint of disgust.

“He even last week…” Kyle’s voice choked as he abruptly ripped open the collar of his worn-out T-shirt, revealing his thin chest.

A gruesome, not fully healed scar ran from below the collarbone down to near the heart.

“He was drunk and said he would cut me out with a knife, the ‘root of misfortune,’ and I could feel that power at that moment.” He pointed to the fruit knife that was still floating at the doorway, pointing downstairs, tears streaming down his face, mixed with humiliation and anger.

"But I... but I don't even dare to use this power to resist him. I'm used to fear, used to enduring!"

Sam looked at the scar and felt a surge of anger rush to his head, his fists clenching tightly.

He fully understood why Kyle had gone to such extremes; this accumulated, inescapable despair was enough to destroy anyone with a strong will.

However, understanding and empathy are one thing, while condoning killing is another.

Sam tries to guide Kyle, telling him that revenge cannot bring true relief, and that the law might offer justice.

But words like "law" and "justice" seem ridiculously inadequate to Kyle.

His pain and resentment did not subside during the recounting; instead, they were unleashed like a Pandora's box being opened, and his eyes were once again filled with mad hatred.

"No, you don't understand."

“Afterwards, I gave them a chance; all I needed was an apology, but they took it as a joke and slapped me.”

“She has to die. She watched, she kept watching. She was an accomplice too.” Kyle suddenly screamed hysterically, completely losing control of his emotions.

With a sudden wave of his hand, Sam felt a huge, invisible force grab him and throw him violently into the old, heavy wooden wardrobe in the corner of the bedroom.

"boom!"

The wardrobe door was ripped open by an invisible force, and Sam was roughly shoved inside.

Immediately afterwards, Kyle used his telekinesis to control the only heavy old sofa in the room, blocking the wardrobe door.

Sam pounded on the sofa with all his might, but it was as if it were welded to the ground and wouldn't budge.

“I’m sorry, Sam, but you have to stay here until I take care of the last one,” Kyle said through the cabinet door, his voice distorted. “Then it will be over. It will all be over!”

Accompanied by murmured sounds, the footsteps quickly faded into the distance as he rushed downstairs.

"Kyle, no, Kyle!" Sam pounded on the door of the dark, closed closet, shouting hoarsely, but to no avail.

In the moment when extreme anxiety and anger reached their peak, the familiar, tearing pain once again swept through his brain.

But this time, the hallucinations were more intense and clearer.

He saw Kyle rush into the kitchen and confront Dean and Wu Heng. Dean tried to stop him, standing in front of his foster mother and shouting at Kyle, "Stop! Don't do this! If you're going to kill her, kill me first!"

Kyle, completely consumed by hatred, did not hesitate to use his mind to control Dean's pistol and pull the trigger.

Dean was shot between the eyebrows and fell into a pool of blood. Immediately afterward, a cold glint flashed in Wu Heng's eyes, who had been observing silently. He seemed to merely move a finger; a black shadow flashed past, and Kyle, before he could even react, was instantly torn apart!

"No—!!!" Sam roared in despair. He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't lose Dean.

Save my brother, we must save Dean!
This intense, all-encompassing thought was like detonating a bomb hidden deep within his soul, unleashing a violent, primal power he had never experienced before!
It's no longer the eerie feeling of passively accepting hallucinations, but a proactive and highly destructive catharsis.

"Ah!" Sam roared.

An invisible force, similar to Kyle's, sent the heavy sofa blocking the wardrobe flying backward with a loud crash, as if it had been hit head-on by an invisible truck. It made a tooth-grinding sound of wood breaking and slammed heavily against the opposite wall.

The obstruction of the wardrobe door panel has disappeared.

Sam stepped out of the broken closet and rushed downstairs.

The scene in the kitchen was almost exactly the same as what he had seen.

Kyle stood in the center, his face crazed. Dean's pistol was being controlled by Kyle's telekinesis, hovering in the air, its muzzle fixed on Dean, who was blocking his foster mother's way.

Dean spread his arms, trying to protect the pitiful but not deserving woman behind him. He yelled at Kyle, "Listen to me, don't do this unless you kill me first!"

Kyle's eyes were filled with nothing but a frenzied killing intent, and his finger twitched slightly, about to pull the trigger!
"Kyle, don't do it!" Sam rushed into the kitchen, shouting to stop him, his voice hoarse and trembling from the force he had just unleashed.

When Kyle saw that Sam had escaped, he was first surprised, and then when he heard Sam's attempt to stop him, an extreme anger of betrayal and denial welled up in his heart.

Even the only person who might understand him stood on the opposite side.

Suddenly, I felt like I had no will to live.

"Even you want to stop me?! You're all the same!" A suppressed voice filled his heart.

The hovering pistol suddenly changed direction, no longer aiming at Dean or his foster mother, but at his own forehead. Utter despair and self-destructive tendencies took over; he wanted to use his own death to protest.

Dean and Sam's pupils contracted simultaneously.

At this critical moment,
Wu Heng, who had been standing quietly to the side as if detached from the matter, suddenly shot out a shadow from the shadow beneath his feet. A tentacle made entirely of some kind of dark metal, twisted and knotted, shot out silently like a venomous snake.

Its speed exceeded the limits of visual capture, and it became entangled around the suspended pistol.

"Crack, creak!"

A sickening sound, like metal being forcibly twisted and compressed, rang out.

The sturdy pistol, under the grip and compression of this terrifying tentacle, was instantly twisted, flattened, and crushed like soft clay, turning into a pool of scum-like molten metal that flowed onto the kitchen floor, emitting wisps of smoke and flames.

The tentacles appeared as strangely as they had appeared, instantly shrinking back into the shadows and disappearing as if they had never been there.

The kitchen was deathly silent.

All that remained were Kyle's heavy, desperate breathing, Dean's pounding heartbeat, and the shock in Sam's eyes.

Wu Heng slowly withdrew his gaze, as if he had merely swatted away a fly.

"You feel you're in a lot of pain?" (End of Chapter)