Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Kyle was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, trembling uncontrollably. The scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

The puppet spirit's tentacles exerted force once more, dark incantations and spinning spiral blades rising from their surface!
Tsk-!

With a loud thud, as if cloth were being torn apart, the tough black barrier was ripped open by the combined efforts of eight tentacles, creating an irregular, large hole.

An even denser, icy-cold black aura surged forth from the breach like a burst dam, filling the entire second-floor corridor. The temperature plummeted, and frost quickly formed on the walls.

The eerie green flames flickered behind the breach, and countless pale or charred claws stretched out from the edge of the breach, scratching frantically, trying to crawl over.

Amidst this terrifying scene, resembling the gates of hell being opened, a figure was forcibly 'pulled' out from the depths of the breach by the power of the puppet evil spirit and squeezed to the edge of the crack.

This is the silhouette of a woman wearing a red dress.

Her figure was somewhat ethereal, as if composed of smoke, but her face was clearly visible—pale and haggard, yet one could still vaguely discern the gentleness she possessed in life.

However, her body was bound by ropes made of orange flames, which were deeply embedded in her spirit, as if she were enduring eternal burning pain.

The moment she appeared, her gaze swept past everyone else and fixed intently on Kyle, who lay sprawled on the ground, dumbfounded.

There was no ferocity of a hellish vengeful spirit in her eyes, only endless sorrow, heart-wrenching pain, and a profound maternal love that transcended life and death.

“Kyle…my son!” Her voice was ethereal and trembling, filled with unspeakable pain. “I’m so sorry, so sorry!”

"Mom watched you suffer. She watched them torment you. Every time they hit you, scolded you, or locked you up, it felt like my heart was being cut open again and again. If I could, I would wish to take that pain away from you!"

She choked back tears, her ethereal tears seeming to penetrate her very being and fall.

"Mommy wants to hug you and protect you!"

"But I can't break free from this fire, I can't do anything. I can only watch, I can only watch!" Her voice was filled with desperate self-blame and helplessness.

"Child, you must be strong and live on, for only by living is there hope!" She desperately tried to get closer to Kyle, but was tightly bound to the edge of the crack by the fiery ropes binding her, and could only utter intense pleas.

Just then, a terrifying, furious low roar came from the depths of the torn barrier black hole, as if some terrifying being was enraged by the act of forcibly tearing the barrier apart.

The writhing black barrier began to frantically repair itself as if it were alive, and a powerful repulsive force suddenly erupted.

Boom!

The puppet spirit's eight tentacles were forcefully bounced back.

The red female spirit let out a cry of resentment, and the fiery ropes around her suddenly blazed, violently pulling her back into the depths of darkness and pain.

The black barrier quickly closed, and the hellish scene, the chilling atmosphere, and the terrifying howls vanished instantly.

All that remained were the violently torn holes in the walls and the lingering, faint smell of sulfur and burnt sulfur in the air.

"Mom--!" Kyle seemed to only then recover from the immense shock and grief, letting out a heart-wrenching cry as she scrambled toward the broken wall, only to touch the cold, rough ruins.

The presence of his mother was rapidly fading away.

Wu Heng quietly looked at the devastated Kyle, his voice still calm, yet every word pierced the heart: "The wound is on the child's body, but the pain is in the mother's heart." "Because she died violently in this room, her soul is bound to the corresponding hell level of this place. Every torment you endure here, she saw it all, felt it all, but was powerless to stop it."

"For a mother, this is a more painful punishment than being burned by flames."

"If you had succeeded in committing suicide just now, you would have been free, but what about her?" Wu Heng's gaze was calm, yet it seemed to penetrate into the deepest part of Kyle's soul.

"Having witnessed her son being driven to his death in the very house where she herself perished, can her remaining will still withstand it? Are you sure your death won't be the final straw that breaks her, causing her to completely collapse and dissipate, or turn her into a vengeful ghost who knows only revenge, never to be free again?"

"Do you still want to die?"

As Wu Heng spoke, he gently waved his hand.

The kitchen fruit knife, which Kyle had previously controlled and which had fallen to the ground, was pulled up by an invisible force, floated up, and flew steadily to Kyle, its hilt facing him, hovering there quietly.

The gleaming blade reflected Kyle's pale, tear-streaked face, filled with immense pain and struggle.

"The choice is yours, and this time no one will stop you."

Kyle stared blankly at the knife in front of him, then looked up at the broken wall that seemed to still hold the lingering scent of his mother's pain.

His mother's final, heartbroken, and pleading gaze burned into his soul like a hot iron.

He had always believed that he was lonely, abandoned and hated by the whole world.

All his hatred and despair stemmed from this.

But now he realized that there was someone in a place a thousand times more terrifying than his own, silently, painfully, and helplessly watching over him, loving him, and feeling heartbroken for every bit of pain he endured.

"So someone has always loved me!" Kyle murmured to himself.

His pain has always been shared by others, and has even been amplified and reflected back to him.

His death was no longer a relief, but the cruelest betrayal and devastating blow to another soul who loved him deeply.

"Ahhhh——!"

Kyle let out a cry that was no longer one of despair, but one filled with endless grief and regret. He swung his hand violently, knocking the dagger that was hovering in front of him away. The dagger hit the wall with a crisp sound and fell to the ground.

He can't die, he absolutely can't die!
Kyle's swollen eyes, though still holding a glimmer of light, snapped open as he looked at the unfathomable Wu Heng beside him, as if grasping at a last straw. His voice was hoarse and urgent, filled with an unprecedented will to survive:

"Help me, please help me! Get my mother out of here! No matter the cost!"

"If you can save my mother, my life is yours, please!" He immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Dean and Sam, standing to the side, were already deeply shaken by the terrifying darkness and the tragic scene of the mother and son separated by the boundary, their eyes reddening.

Sam, in particular, was struck hard by Kyle's mother's appearance and her words, like a heavy hammer blow to his heart.

His mother, Marycare's mother, died in the same way!
Could it be that his mother, Mary, was also suffering the same torment on some similar level of hell, watching over him and his brothers?! (End of Chapter)