Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Barton leaned closer, squinted at the mission details and map, and muttered, "A website? It's all fancy stuff. But the map is pretty clear, much better than the last time we were groping in the dark."

"Alright, let's do it!"

After completing the mission, Barton watched nonchalantly as his teammates skillfully uploaded a blurry video of him wielding a giant axe to kill ghouls and the ghoul minions they had collected.

The next day, when the points arrived, three gold coins and a black-glowing sword were placed before me.

Although he didn't say it, he would always subconsciously look at his teammate's tablet when asked when the next operation would be.

"Maybe... this thing isn't so bad."

He scratched his head and privately admitted to his teammates that he had indeed been a little bit stubborn before.

The operation of the Witcher website is quietly changing the ecosystem of the ancient profession of Witcher.

It provided unprecedented convenience, resources, and upward mobility, initially linking lone wolves into a more organized and efficient collective.

And deep within the Morrick Manor.

Unbeknownst to anyone, the puppet evil spirit that forms the root and support of the entire guild website is also undergoing quiet changes.

Whenever a demon hunter completes a mission, submits materials, or acquires or consumes points through the website, an extremely faint aura, a mixture of the malevolent energy generated by the hunt, the power of the rules for fulfilling the contract, the flow of information from knowledge exchange, and fragments of a year's worth of desire and anticipation, is generated.
All sorts of intangible and intangible forces will cross space through ubiquitous network connections and be absorbed and filtered by the 'network AI steward' module at the core of the puppet evil spirit, eventually flowing into the energy cycle of the evil spirit itself.

These forces are mottled and complex, far less powerful than pure demonic energy or angelic power.

But what Wu Heng needed was precisely that—it and all those various evil spirit materials.

What has come together represents human order, wisdom and knowledge, and a collective will to fight against the supernatural.

The puppet evil spirit stood silently in the shadows, its massive body seemingly unchanged, but anyone with keen senses would be able to detect it.

Its original essence, which was purely composed of fel energy, demonic power, abyssal aura, and Wu Heng's own power, now seemed to be covered with an extremely thin, yet real, kaleidoscope-like layer of color.

The color is eerie, as if it can draw your gaze in, making you unable to resist being drawn into it.

Its aura is no longer just about coldness, slaughter, and destruction.

Instead, it incorporates an indescribable complexity, like a cold machine that begins to understand and comprehend human chaos, obsession, greed, wisdom, and courage.

But it will never have intelligence; its function is merely that of a machine, serving Wu Heng.

Wu Heng stood in front of the observation array, sensing the subtle and continuous evolution of the puppet evil spirit's energy field, without any surprise in his eyes.

“Order amidst chaos, efficiency driven by desire, the nascent form of ‘divinity’ born from the collective unconscious—this is exactly the nourishment I need,” he murmured to himself.

It's as if you're admiring a work of art that's being meticulously crafted.

"No wonder this world is undergoing an apocalypse, but it's also an opportunity. Only a sufficiently complex and contradictory foundation can involve more."

Moonlight swept across the villa, while dark clouds covered the rooftops.

As time goes by.
The Witcher Guild's website and offline safe houses operate day and night.

A steady stream of 'goods' began to arrive at Morrick Manor.

Feathers tainted with fel energy, solidified crystals of resentment, vampire ash, and even the remains of low-ranking demons sealed in specially made containers. These ominous materials were categorized and sent to a heavily guarded storeroom deep within the manor, eventually being presented to Wu Heng.

What drives all of this is points.

Especially the 'Demon Potion' that hangs high at the top of the exchange list, radiating an alluring red light.

The fact that David Xavier had recovered from a near-death state to his peak became the wildest rumor, exploding in the Witcher community.

This attracted many veteran Witchers to the guild's address, just to see this old friend in person and confirm if it was true.

This is not just about power; for many scarred witchers, it means healing long-standing wounds, breaking vicious curses, and even delaying their inevitable death.

Points! More points!

The demon hunters' desire bordered on madness.

'Bloodclaw' Victor, a burly man whose left arm is corrupted by a werewolf curse and is perpetually wrapped in rotting bandages, has taken on three D-rank missions to hunt ghouls.

He ventured alone into the stinking sewers, battling through the night, his body covered in slime and wounds, all to accumulate enough points to exchange for a "vitality potion" refined by the Grim Reaper's butler using the "mission creatures" he had submitted.

Sarah, a psychic, was marked by an evil spirit due to a mishap during a psychic ritual. Her soul was eroded day and night, and her face turned as pale as paper.

Risking the shattering of her soul, she took the initiative to investigate the origins of a haunted house. Using her special abilities, she obtained crucial information and exchanged it for points to purchase an 'enchanted' nameplate that could stabilize her soul.

They thought there were no clues at all, and even if a demon hunter had them, he would hide them as a trump card. Things that were hard to obtain can now be obtained with just 'points'.

This visible motivation is urging the demon hunters on.

Even the Winchester brothers, who were in another city and were tracking another lead, proactively registered on the website.

Dean, after connecting to the Witcher network and looking at the dazzling array of items, couldn't help but say to Sam and Castio beside him, "Should we pick up a quest while we're at it?"

Castio stared curiously at Dean's phone screen without saying a word, while Sam, who was driving, nodded silently.

Dean, who had expected Sam to refuse, stared at Sam in astonishment.

Seeing Dean's expression in the rearview mirror, Sam glanced at the nearly empty gas gauge and said softly, "We need to make some living expenses, and it would be even better if we didn't have to steal credit cards."

"After all, that kind of thing."

Before he could finish speaking, Dean grinned indifferently and accepted a D-level mission.

They were originally financially secure thanks to Wu Heng's support. Wu Heng gave them 100,000 yuan in pocket money, enough to last them for several years if they only stayed in motels and ate what they needed.

But when John left, they gave him the card, and John didn't refuse, as he wanted to buy something special.

Because according to John's budget, that money was just about enough.

So the two brothers became penniless again.

Wu Heng wasn't paying attention to the two brothers' actions for the time being; they already had what they needed. (End of Chapter)