Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Wu Heng stood still, his gaze fixed on the demon being dragged towards the dungeon by the Grim Reaper's butler, but his eyes showed little emotion.

The power of a demon is nothing more than dust to him; what he truly cares about is the unique 'twisted' attribute that this demon exhibits, which is quite different from that of ordinary demons.

The power of demons, more than 99 percent of which are parasitic on the negative emotions of living beings, such as fear, lust, rage, greed and other dark attributes. They are all variations on the same theme, revolving around the seven emotions and six desires.

However, there are some exceptions, such as demons with attributes like fire, strength, and spirit. The 'twisted' demon captured in front of us is involved in the branch of space.

Wu Heng was very clear about the distribution of power in this world.

Heaven and hell truly exist, and so does God.

Heaven hangs high, where the legions of angels truly exist, possessing various archangels; Hell lies deep, where various demon lords reside.

But no matter how holy the wings of angels may be, or how ferocious the horns of demons may be, they all originate from the same "Father God," and they all belong to God's children.

In Wu Heng's view, this so-called "God" behaved like a bad third-rate screenwriter who couldn't even handle his own children fighting, and turned the whole world into a battlefield for children to fight.

Humans are nothing more than the backdrop on the stage, or the anthill under the carpet, in this extraordinary family farce.

No one cared; life and death were left to fate.

Dean and Sam Winchester are the exceptions who struggled out of this anthill; they are true fighters fighting for the fate of the "ants".

Wu Heng admired this resilience, but he also knew his purpose in coming to the story world. If he rashly used his "special" power that transcended this story world to directly intervene in Heaven or Hell, it would inevitably lead to a backlash from the entire system.

The 'omnipresent' God may be confused, but he is by no means incompetent.

Heaven and Hell are like the inheritance He distributed to His children. If the children fight amongst themselves, He may turn a blind eye, but if an 'outsider' tries to seize them, it will inevitably lead to a united front against a common enemy.

Therefore, Wu Heng needs a 'reasonable' power, a power rooted in the rules of this story world, yet capable of manipulating the chessboard.

He also needs to act like a screenwriter, creating a growth experience for it so that it can fully combine its strengths and become powerful.

Therefore, he needed a springboard, a fulcrum that could both avoid direct conflict and accumulate enough capital to eventually even pull that muddle-headed "old father" off the chessboard.

The moment Wu Heng saw this 'twisted' demon, an arc of thought flashed through his mind, and his gaze turned to that corner forgotten and even despised by both heaven and hell—purgatory.

Purgatory is a true place of exile, a source of chaos.

It imprisons monsters from ancient times, evil spirits that cannot be completely destroyed, and all the filth and dregs that neither Heaven nor Hell want.

Like the deliberately forgotten, garbage-strewn saline land behind a wealthy family's mansion, though enclosed within the courtyard walls, no one is willing to set foot there. Purgatory, because of its danger, is hidden by God, clinging to the deepest level of hell, dangerous and desolate.

To reach Purgatory, you must either obtain the key to open it or find some kind of shortcut.

The key is in the hands of God and a few other powerful beings, including the most powerful archangel and the lord of hell.

The fulcrum for unlocking the shortcut lies within this very demon; ordinary demonic power is too weak to shake the hidden shortcut.

Wu Heng instantly sketched out a clear path in his mind.

Without a key, he would forge one himself; the 'twisted' nature of this demon before him was nothing short of the prototype for a precious key. Of course, this meager power was far from sufficient; he needed at least the level of control of a high priest of hell.

What he needs to do now is to capture more demons with this twisted power attribute, analyze, peel off, and reconstruct their power core, and refine and enhance their 'twisting'.

Then, using the power of "demons" as a springboard, one can infiltrate Hell, and then use extreme "distortion" to tear apart the space of Hell, forcibly opening a rift leading to Purgatory!
Having made up his mind, Wu Heng looked at Eleanor Morric, who was still sobbing beside him. His initial intention to protect her had subtly changed; these demons were basically of the same kind and appeared in large numbers.

The one in front of us is just a 'Twisted' demon. According to Eleanor, she has at least several more in her home, and they are likely all of the same kind.

Her hatred and experiences provided him with an excellent reason to intervene and experimental material.

"Lead the way," Wu Heng said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Eleanor looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with tears, a mixture of shock and a glimmer of hope.

“I’m going to your house. I’ve avenged you. The honor of the Morrick family cannot be tarnished,” Wu Heng added, his tone as calm as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

Just then, the Grim Reaper's butler finished dealing with the dungeon seal, returned silently, and stood quietly to the side.

The so-called dungeon was actually an extension of the basement where the evil spirit puppet was born. The soul of the demon that was originally intended to be sealed inside was directly extracted by Wu Heng at the moment of sealing and sealed into the puppet's body, which was safer.

Wu Heng didn't even have time to step into the manor for a drink of water before gesturing for Eleanor to get into her beat-up car.

The vehicle traveled 100 meters.

"Too slow." Wu Heng glanced at the battered car and frowned slightly.

The next moment, before Eleanor could react, the shadow beneath the Grim Reaper's feet spread rapidly like a living thing, instantly engulfing the three of them.

A brief, weightless dizziness washed over me, and the surrounding scenery distorted and flowed like an oil painting thrown into water.

In just a few dozen breaths, the shadow faded away.

The biting cold, like fine needles, pierced through Wu Heng's thin clothes in an instant, causing Eleanor to shiver involuntarily. When she left, it wasn't this cold near her home.

The three of them were now on the edge of an unfamiliar woodland.

Before them stood a luxurious villa, spanning a thousand square meters and decorated in a classical style. However, this European-style villa, which should have exuded grandeur, was now shrouded in an atmosphere that made people extremely uneasy.

Within 300 meters of the villa, the temperature plummeted, breath turned to ice, and the vegetation was covered in a ghastly white frost, creating an eerie contrast with the normal autumn scenery not far away.

The pungent, nauseating smell of blood, mixed with an indescribable stench, permeated the air, wafting towards us and almost solidifying into a tangible form.

Even more chilling was the faint sound of chains being dragged coming from the side door of the villa.

Eleanor turned her head and saw a man in stained overalls with completely black eyes violently pulling a thick, long rope.

Behind the rope, like livestock, hung a string of more than a dozen men and women! (End of Chapter)