Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

And with the operation of the Witcher Guild.

This efficient network, bearing the strong imprint of Wu Heng, eventually attracted the attention of 'those above'.

Heaven and Hell had already included Wu Heng in their list of key observation targets, but they hadn't thought he could produce anything before.

However, after witnessing the systematic, integrated unity and efficiency of the Witchers, they became somewhat apprehensive about future developments.

If things continue to develop this way, the human world, which has been chosen as the battlefield, may interfere with the progress of the Apocalypse.

This is something neither heaven nor hell can tolerate.

The next evening.

When thousands of Witchers were online simultaneously browsing quests or submitting reports, the core data stream of the website, which had become one with the puppet evil spirit, suddenly felt an unprecedented shock!
It is not a virus or a hacker attack, but a more fundamental and magnificent force.

This power comes from the air, from afar.

It's not data, but it's disrupting the world of the internet.

Immediately following, a torrent of pure 'white light' and 'order' surged forth like an invisible tsunami, traversing distance and form along a channel of some kind of faith, directly striking the invisible structure of the website.

This force is not simply destructive; it is more like a forced 'reverse blessing' or 'divine formatting'.

If this kind of divine blessing were to be bestowed upon a specific person...

That person's body will be thoroughly washed and purified, and all the excess impurities, fat, and other imbalances in the body will be expelled.

You will become healthy and handsome.

It's like going from an infant to an adult again, but without having to go through the twenty years of adulthood that come with it, including the scars, pain, and filth.

However, this very blessing was used on the Witcher Guild's website, and the website traced it back to the Puppet Spirit.

For the essence of a website, this is equivalent to acting on the soul. The rebirth of the body is purification, but the reshaping of the soul is to format the entire person's memory and will.

The moment Wu Heng sensed the fluctuation, he knew that it was those birdmen who couldn't sit still anymore.

They despise humans and care nothing for them, yet they forbid them from overstepping their bounds.

At this moment, this blessing attempted to forcibly purify and restore the evil energy belonging to the puppet evil spirits and the characteristics of the 'data tentacle' that formed the foundation of the website, transforming it into a harmless, or even heavenly, 'holy network'.

Countless tiny, golden runes flickered in the torrent of data, attempting to rewrite the most basic code logic and strip away Wu Heng's imprint.

If successful, not only will the website change hands, but it will also have a profound impact on the puppet evil spirit connected to the website, and its core will be eroded and interfered with by divine power.

In an instant, the AI ​​butler hidden inside the puppet evil spirit issued the highest alarm, the data stream fluctuated violently, and the website interface began to flicker with unstable white light.

Wu Heng, who was sitting in the heart of the manor, suddenly opened his eyes.

There was no surprise in his eyes, only a cold understanding.

"Has the temptation of heaven finally arrived?"

"I thought you guys could keep your cool for a while."

He didn't even get up; his mind was completely synchronized with the puppet evil spirit.

The eerie energy of the puppet spirit, which combines the hellish abyss, the malevolent aura of countless demon hunters, and their obsessions, was fully unleashed at this moment!
Faced with the surging holy torrent, the puppet evil spirit did not confront it head-on, but instead displayed the 'wisdom' that Wu Heng had bestowed upon it. The tentacle composed of code and snowflake ripples suddenly stretched out, but instead of attacking, it began to rewrite the rules at an unbelievable speed, like the most skilled programmer.

It uses itself as a furnace, regarding the influx of divine power as a special input.

The tips of the tentacles flowed with a complex energy that intertwined dark red, dark purple, and data green.

Under the pressure of the sacred torrent, these energies did not dissipate; instead, they acted like a precise scalpel, beginning to analyze and dismantle the compositional logic of those golden runes.

At the same time, the mottled and enormous reserves of evil energy within the puppet spirit, including the malevolent energy generated from hunting, the power of rules for completing tasks, the information flow from knowledge exchange, and the desires and expectations of the demon hunters, were all mobilized as a buffer and neutralizer.

Are angels trying to purify the darkness?
Then let's use the larger, more chaotic atmosphere of everyday life to dilute and encompass it!
Is this 'alternative blessing' an attempt to rewrite the underlying code?
Then use more complex and sophisticated algorithms to cover and distort it.

It's like using the complexity and contradictions of the entire world to fight against a pure, but therefore 'thin', force of order.

The process was silent, yet extremely dangerous.

The game is taking place at the data level, which is invisible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, the golden, sacred torrent seemed to sink into an endless swamp, its sharpness weakened layer by layer, and cut into threads.

Its order was corrupted by chaos, and its pure light was submerged by mottled 'colors'.

In the end, the strands of golden silk, like torches thrown into the sea, vanished without a trace with a hiss, failing to create any greater ripples.

Submerged by the ocean formed by the will of the Witcher.

At the same time, those golden threads made all the demon hunters who registered on the website suddenly feel as refreshed as if they had taken a sip of iced drink in the summer.

There was a strange sense of ease.

Some of the Yin energy accumulated in the bodies of the thousands of demon hunters was removed.

This 'alternative blessing,' originally intended to distort the website, was restored and transformed into a one-time guild benefit, which was then completely consumed.

At the same time, the website interface stabilized completely, and everything returned to normal, as if the shock just now was an illusion.

As Wu Heng sensed the core of the puppet evil spirit, the energy essence seemed to have become more solidified and complex due to successfully resisting and digesting this test from heaven. A barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, both sides knew that this was just the beginning.

Heaven has taken notice of Wu Heng, this "outlier" who is rooted in the shadows but tries to draw nourishment from the human world.

Just like with your own vegetables, you'd rather let them rot in the ground than have them forcibly taken away or possessed by others.

To them, Wu Heng was nothing more than a wild beast that stole vegetables.

This is intolerable.

"what happened?"

Kyle, who had been training and enhancing his mental strength in a secluded courtyard of the manor and had also obtained a demon potion, was nervously watching the direction of the main building.

However, he breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the emotional fluctuations subside.

He has now registered as a demon hunter and become an administrator, a position he requested himself, wanting to do something for Wu Heng. (End of Chapter)