Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The yellow-eyed demon grinned, its sinister words echoing across the empty space. Before the echoes faded, it vanished as if it had never existed.

However, the power it left behind instantly materialized.

Almost at the same time it disappeared, the scenery around the already dilapidated wasteland began to distort strangely.

The surrounding light suddenly dimmed by a third, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped the sky, like a dome, creating a suffocating feeling.

Those who tried to leave suddenly crashed into an invisible yet incredibly resilient wall, were violently bounced back, and were left dazed and confused.

"What is this? It looks like a barrier!" a young man with some knowledge of the supernatural cried out in terror. "It's trapped here, we can't get out at all!"

Panic spread as quickly as a plague.

People screamed, cried, and futilely assaulted the invisible barrier, but to no avail.

An atmosphere of despair began to grow. The way some people looked at each other gradually became wary and hostile. The yellow-eyed demon's words, "Only one person is left," were like a venomous seed that began to sprout in the hearts of some.

"Everyone calm down, listen to me!" Sam shouted, trying to calm the situation by suppressing his shock and fear. "Don't fall for it!"

"That demon wants us to kill each other. If we actually do it, we'll be playing right into its hands, and its plot will succeed."

He looked around at these young people who shared similar tragic pasts and had also been 'chosen', and tried to make his voice persuasive:
"We are not the enemy. Our common enemy is that yellow-eyed scum outside. As long as we unite, we will definitely find a way out!"

Under his earnest persuasion and reassurance, most people temporarily suppressed their inner fears and restless evil thoughts, and slowly gathered in a relatively central position in the factory, forming a temporary and fragile alliance.

After all, they are all ordinary people. Unless they are desperate, they are unwilling to kill each other.

But the wariness and tension between them remained, and the air seemed to be filled with an invisible gunpowder smell.

"Don't worry, everyone. I've disappeared. My brother Dean will definitely find out I'm gone and he'll come looking for me." Sam tried to give everyone hope. He took out his phone, but sure enough, there was no signal.

"Although we can't contact him now, he's very powerful, and we also have our friends. He comes from a powerful witcher family. We were together back then, so they will definitely be able to find this place. What we need to do is hold on, stay calm, and avoid internal strife."

At this moment, a somewhat timid-looking young man wearing thick glasses hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "If you want to pass on the message, I... I might be able to give it a try!"

Everyone immediately looked at him.

"My name is Andy." The young man pushed up his glasses and said nervously, "My ability isn't the fighting kind, but I can transmit some vague images or feelings to someone I know from a great distance, like telepathy."

Sam's eyes lit up instantly; this was a godsend.

“Andy, try to send a message to my brother Dean, tell him my location, tell him it’s dangerous here!” Sam said urgently.

Andy nodded, gesturing for Sam to hold his hand, then closed his eyes, focused all his attention, his brow furrowed, and beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

This ability is somewhat like a medium helping the living communicate with the dead, but he helps the living communicate with the living, and this young man can even communicate with the dead.

He tried to construct the image of Dean that Sam had quickly described in his mind, and then focused intently on sending out the key information—Sam, danger, the abandoned Ferris wheel, and Lowell Amusement Park—along with the surrounding scenery, mixed with his anxiety and desire for help.

It was because of him that Dean, who was in a motel room far away and had a splitting headache because of Sam's disappearance, suddenly had a headache and some fragmented and chaotic images appeared in his mind. These were the messages that Andy had tried his best to send!
Although blurry, the key landmark, the abandoned Ferris wheel, successfully pinpointed Dean's location, leading him to this place.

This was a crucial clue. After the message was successfully transmitted, Andy collapsed to the ground, pale and exhausted, clearly having expended a great deal of energy.

A glimmer of hope was rekindled in everyone's hearts.

However, this hope is fragile and time-sensitive, especially in the face of absolute terror and survival pressure.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The sky outside the barrier remained unchanged, still an unsettling gray, as if the climate itself had been restricted.

Hunger, cold, and exhaustion gradually became problems, especially the fear that the greatest enemy here, the Yellow-Eyed Demon, might reappear at any time, and the suspicion of these 'competitors' around them, which constantly eroded everyone's tense nerves.

With each passing minute, the people's trust in Sam diminished.

after an hour.

Among the crowd was a tall, strong, and powerful young Black man named Jack, whose eyes were the first to become agitated and impatient.

He suddenly stood up abruptly and growled, "Wait? How long are we supposed to wait?!"

"Who knows if your brother can find this place? Who knows if that demon outside will get impatient and just come in and kill us all!"

“Jack, calm down!” Sam tried to reassure him.

But Jack was clearly no longer listening.

Fear and a violent urge to control his own destiny overwhelmed him. He suddenly looked at a thin, seemingly harmless girl who was crying quietly beside him, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes.

"Rather than waiting to die, it's better to reduce the number of competitors!"

He roared, and his huge fist, accompanied by the whooshing sound of wind, slammed down on the girl's head!
"No!" Sam was shocked and furious, but it was too late to stop them.

boom!
With a muffled thud, before the girl could even scream, her head exploded like a shattered watermelon, splattering red and white matter all over the people nearby.

After a moment of deathly silence came even greater panic and screams.

"He's gone mad! He killed Lily!" People scattered in terror.

"Jack, what have you done!" Sam roared.

He quickly drew the pistol from his waist and aimed it at Jack. Although his physical abilities had greatly improved after being treated by the Grim Reaper, Jack's strength was clearly more terrifying, exceeding the limits of human beings. He dared not get close rashly.

Jack grinned maliciously, flicking the blood off his hands. His gaze swept over the others as if they were lambs to the slaughter: "See? This is the rule. Only the strongest survive. What are you waiting for?!"

The chaotic battle eventually broke out.

The situation had escalated beyond what Sam could stop with words alone. (End of Chapter)