Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"My only option now is to wait until I get drunk and die here, or be killed by some vengeful brat who comes knocking on my door."

His words were filled with self-deprecation and a deep-seated weariness.

Wu Heng ignored his complaints and simply held up one finger.

On the fingertip, a vibrant green halo, brimming with boundless life energy, quietly appeared, instantly refreshing the surrounding decaying air.

At the same time, in the palm of his other hand, a wisp of pure, dark, yet incredibly powerful demonic energy coiled and moved like a living thing.

“Complete vision, keen hearing,” Wu Heng’s gaze swept over Da Na’s blind eye and somewhat hard-of-hearing ear, “and a body that has overcome old injuries and is even stronger than at its peak, armed with demonic power to become a demon hunter.”

David Xavier's stagnant single eye suddenly burst forth with an unbelievable light.

He stared intently at the life energy at Wu Heng's fingertips and the demonic power in his palm, his breathing suddenly becoming heavy.

A longing, a longing for power and health that he thought he had long buried, was rekindled like hellfire.

This old lion, aged, decaying, and even reduced to being toyed with by hyenas, saw hope for a second chance at life.

"What is the price?" His voice was still hoarse, but with an added tension and vigilance.

Having dealt with supernatural forces his entire life, he knows that there is no such thing as a free lunch, and the more tempting the offer, the more terrible the price behind it often is.

"All you have left behind now, besides the hatred for evil creatures, is the experience of dealing with them."

“So, Vice President of the Demon Hunter Guild,” Wu Heng withdrew his energy, his tone unchanged, “you are responsible for daily operations, managing those unruly demon hunters like yourself, and ensuring the guild’s order and efficiency. You only need to be responsible to me.”

David was silent.

He looked down at his hands, calloused and scarred, trembling slightly from alcohol and pain, and felt the weakness and pain that tormented him constantly within his body.

In his fifty-year career as a demon hunter, he had witnessed too much death and carried too much unspeakable darkness.

He often says he's tired, he really is.

I've always believed that way.

But is that really the case?

No, his demon-hunting spirit never tired; it was just that his body had aged and was no longer able to keep up.

If I can regain my strength, if I can continue down this path in a completely new identity, I might even be able to do more.
“I hate paperwork,” David finally said in a low voice after a long silence.

“Specific matters will be handled by those below you. What you need is prestige, experience, and the determination to suppress everything if necessary,” Wu Heng replied.

“Deal.” David Xavier abruptly raised his head, a hawk-like glint rekindling in his single eye. “Give me that damn contract.”

A sinister contract, shimmering with an eerie light, appeared between the two, its terms clearly defined.

David read it carefully, and after confirming that there were no hidden traps, he pricked his thumb with his fingernail and pressed a drop of blood onto the signature area of ​​the contract.

The light of the contract's formation flashed by in an instant. Wu Heng fulfilled his promise.

Using the precious materials stored in the Morrick family's reserves, combined with his own exquisite control over life energy, he reshaped David's blind eye and repaired his damaged auditory nerve.

Then, a wisp of highly purified demonic essence, stripped of most of the chaotic will and retaining only the pure source of power, was roughly injected into David's aging body.

The process was not comfortable; in fact, it could be described as painful.

This made David seriously suspect that Wu Heng had secretly added something to the mix because of his initial "get lost" during their meeting.

The way they gave the injection was just like giving a water buffalo an injection.

David remained silent, clenching his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead; the old Witcher's tough-guy style prevented him from uttering a single groan.

He could feel his withered muscles becoming full and strong again, the dull pain in his bones rapidly subsiding, and an explosive sense of power, something he had only possessed in his youth, surging through his limbs and bones.

When it was all over, the person standing in front of Wu Heng was no longer the hunched, alcoholic old man, but a tall, strong middle-aged man with sharp, piercing eyes and a dangerous aura, even though his hair was still gray.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the surging power within him, and the eye that could see the world clearly again, a smile that was almost ferocious on his face.

"It feels fucking good!"

As a gesture of goodwill to join, or rather, as a pledge to demonstrate his worth, David Xavier presented Wu Heng with a 'gift' he had treasured or rather imprisoned for forty years.

He led Wu Heng to a completely isolated stone chamber located deeper underground behind the old house.

There is no electricity here, no modern electronic equipment, only the most primitive candlelight and thick stone walls.

On a stone platform in the center of the stone chamber, there was an unremarkable jar made of some kind of dark clay.

The surface of the jar was covered with densely packed, dark-colored talismans, on which ancient sealing incantations were written in dried blood.

The mouth of the jar was firmly sealed by a black substance resembling asphalt, and one could vaguely sense an extremely weak but ominous energy trapped inside.

"This is 'internet addiction,' or that's what I call it."

David pointed to the jar, his expression more solemn than ever before: "Forty years ago, when the internet was just a novelty toy in the military and a few universities, I caught up with this thing. It was very weak back then, like a baby that had just learned to crawl, but its nature was extremely strange."

He took a deep breath and continued to explain, "It is not a ghost or demon in the traditional sense; it is an evil spirit born from the flow of information and dependent on data for its existence."

"It was trying to spread through the early ARPANET network, absorbing users' mental energy and negative emotions to grow. I was able to catch it purely by luck. Taking advantage of the moment it appeared, I used the most primitive soul trap and physical isolation to shut it down from the network and sealed it in this specially made jar."

David turned around and looked at Wu Heng seriously: "Boss, I must warn you, forty years ago, it was just a nuisance."

“But in this day and age,” he gestured to the stone chamber, referring to the world outside that was now completely covered by the internet, “if it were to break free of its seal and re-enter the internet, it would be like putting a drop of water into the ocean, releasing a super virus into an unsuspecting population. It would thrive and be virtually impossible to catch or eliminate unless there is a permanent global internet shutdown.”

"Its abilities?" Wu Heng looked at the jar, a clear interest appearing in his eyes for the first time. (End of Chapter)