Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"It can traverse any connected device, absorb data, influence or even manipulate information flow, spread mental pollution, and create hallucinations. Theoretically, if it is powerful enough, it could even trigger a global network collapse and mental panic," David said.

"But it is also a double-edged sword. If we can control it absolutely, it will be the ultimate tool for building our Witcher Guild's internal network, conducting encrypted communications, and even monitoring global paranormal events."

He stared intently at Wu Heng: "I'm entrusting it to you because I believe that perhaps only you are capable of handling it."

"But I must emphasize again, try it here, in this place without internet. If you feel you can't have absolute control over it, I suggest you, right here, destroy it completely!"

"We absolutely cannot let it escape!"

Wu Heng did not answer immediately.

He walked slowly to the stone platform, stretched out his finger, and gently brushed it across the cold altar wall. He could sense the restless, eerie consciousness within, filled with data-like characteristics.

“A very interesting creation.” A barely perceptible smile appeared on Wu Heng’s lips. “Perfect, it can be used to test its new abilities.”

Before he finished speaking, the shadow behind Wu Heng began to writhe and swell as if it were alive.

The next moment, the puppet-like evil spirit, standing three meters tall and radiating a cold metallic luster and ominous malevolent energy, appeared silently.

Its complex joint structure, the metallic patterns flowing with dark red energy, and the dozens of tentacles that swayed slightly in the air as if they could tear apart the soul instantly filled the small stone chamber.

David Xavier, who had just gained demonic power and whose senses had become extremely sharp, couldn't help but gasp and instinctively took a half step back.

He had only heard that Wu Heng possessed a powerful puppet, but seeing it with his own eyes and experiencing it firsthand was a completely different story!

This is not just a physical sense of oppression, but a kind of life-level, soul-chilling pressure.

The newly acquired demonic power within him was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind in the face of this puppet-like evil spirit, conveying an instinctive fear.

"Let's begin," Wu Heng commanded calmly.

The puppet spirit slowly raised one of its main tentacles. The tip of the tentacle was not a blade or spike, but rather it split into countless translucent energy threads that were thinner than a hair.

These threads, as if possessing a life of their own, precisely pierced the gaps in the talisman paper of the sealed jar, like the most precise scalpel, beginning to analyze and dismantle the ancient seal.

At the same time, an even larger, more profound, and domineering evil force, like an invisible cage, tightly enveloped the entire jar.

The jar began to shake violently. The evil spirit inside seemed to have sensed its fate and emitted a silent hiss that could only be perceived on a spiritual level.

David Xavier, the seasoned Witcher who had seen countless storms, held his breath, watching everything with rapt attention.

He knew that this was not only about the fate of an evil spirit, but also about the true strength and ambition of the mysterious boss he had just pledged allegiance to.

An isolated stone chamber.

The air seemed to solidify, broken only by the occasional crackling of the candlelight.

"Begin the peeling." Wu Heng's voice was devoid of any emotion, as if he were issuing a routine command. In an instant, thick, inky black mist seeped from the surface of the ten tentacles.

This fog is not simply smoke; it is composed of countless evil energy runes, finer than dust, whose meaning erodes and dominates logic.

The mist, like living tentacles, precisely bypassed the physical seal of the jar's opening, seeping into the jar through the tiny gaps in the talisman paper, attempting to penetrate deep into its core and forcibly strip and pull out the consciousness of the so-called 'internet addiction' evil spirit from the data stream it resided in.

The jar vibrated more intensely, emanating high-frequency electronic hissing that could only be detected by spiritual perception, filled with terror and resistance.

However, just as the nascent data stream of the evil spirit was about to be touched and dragged out of the jar by the black mist tentacles, a sudden change occurred.
The air inside the stone chamber, which had been absolutely still, suddenly began to ripple in an extremely subtle way, like water ripples.

This fluctuation does not originate from physical vibration, but rather from ripples at the information level.

"What's going on?" David Xavier, who was standing to the side on high alert, suddenly frowned and looked around warily.

He had measured it repeatedly with the most professional equipment beforehand, and this underground stone chamber should be completely isolated from all modern signals, including radio, cellular networks and WiFi.

"Interesting, it can even disguise itself." Wu Heng's interest intensified.

Old David actually overlooked one point, or rather, given the limitations of the understanding of Witchers in his era, it was difficult to fully comprehend the pervasiveness of modern wireless signals.

The internet is far more advanced than it was forty years ago, and the air is filled with countless extremely weak electromagnetic waves, like an invisible ocean.

The remote car key in the distance, the public WiFi signal leaking from the hotel even further away—these signals are so weak that even smartphones cannot receive or display them stably, but they do exist, like the thin oxygen permeating the air.

And 'internet addiction,' this evil spirit born from the flow of information, is far more sensitive to this 'information oxygen' than any human-made instrument.

Therefore, what David calls signal isolation is still, for it, the existence of various signals all around.

In that split second, the cunning evil spirit seized upon this extremely faint signal loophole from the outside world!
Its chaotic data flow consciousness, like a drowning person grasping at a last straw, instantly established an extremely fragile connection with it.

"Sizzle--!"

A piercing, chaotic electrical noise suddenly arose, not through the air, but directly affecting the spirit's perception.

The candlelight inside the stone chamber began to flicker wildly, distorting the light and shadow.

David even felt his newly grown hairs stand up slightly, and a tingling and oppressive sensation, the kind unique to standing under a high-voltage power tower, emanated from his skin!

The evil spirit forcibly gathered and amplified the chaotic electromagnetic waves escaping from the surrounding environment, forming an invisible turbulent current!
"not good!"

David's expression changed drastically; his experience told him instantly what had happened.

He suddenly pulled out a large screwdriver from his old backpack. It looked unremarkable and even a little rusty. This was no ordinary tool. Its metal had been specially treated and the handle was wrapped with insulating and clean leather.

It was a 'conductor' and barrier-breaking cone that he used to deal with certain electric-type spirits when he was young. (End of this chapter)