Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The Kitchen God, from Chinese folk beliefs, is depicted as a kind-faced old man dressed in a simple cotton robe. A wisp of smoke and the aroma of food always seem to linger around his hands. He is in charge of the stove fire and the well-being of the family, and his aura is gentle and reserved.

In addition, there are Bes from Egypt, a short, fierce-looking but lively family protector; Anansi from an African tribe, a spider-shaped nature god with cunning eyes; Beloberg from Slavic mythology, a pale-skinned, silent white god, and so on, totaling nearly twenty deities.

Furthermore, faint divine fluctuations are still approaching, and their numbers are increasing.

While waiting for the rest of the group, the gods who had arrived earlier held an informal, small meeting.

The atmosphere was far from harmonious, given the inherent conflicts in the doctrines and domains of many deities. However, under the common and overwhelming external threat, they managed to reach a preliminary consensus.

A proposal put forward by Baldr, which sounded quite tempting, garnered considerable support:
"Perhaps we can use the Winchester brothers, the 'shells' chosen by Lucifer and Michael respectively, to lure those two guys here. Then, by pooling all our strength, we can lay a trap and kill those two bastards who are trying to destroy our homeland!"

“But it seems Heaven has issued a notice forbidding anyone from harming the two chosen ‘skins,’ not even angels or demons!” another deity said.

"What's there to be afraid of? We don't belong to Heaven." God scoffed.

"Yes, as long as we eliminate these two guys who are causing the world to change, then the strengthening of extraordinary power in reality will be so great that it won't matter if Heaven settles the score."

This answer immediately gained the support of some of the gods. Although they were intelligent, they had allowed their pride to override their reason in the long passage of time and the comfort of their home.

This plan, with a touch of decisiveness, ignited a flame of hope in the eyes of the gods, but it was also filled with recklessness.

They seem to selectively ignore one question: if the combined power of the gods could easily kill Lucifer and Michael, how could Heaven and Hell have been above them for so long?

When the last two deities arrived, the divine energy within the hotel reached its peak.

One was a handsome young man wearing winged sandals, a winged hat, and holding a staff with two snakes coiled around it—Hermes of Greece. He was similar in rank to Mercury, and they nodded to each other, exchanging glances with a scrutinizing air between colleagues.

The other person who accompanied them was a woman shrouded in deep shadows and twinkling starlight.

Her face was blurred, as if she herself were the embodiment of the night. This was Nyx, the Greek goddess of night, an ancient and powerful primordial god.

With the arrival of these last two important members, Mercury took a deep breath.

He first went to the hotel entrance, personally hung up the "Closed for Business" sign, and then used his divine power to set up a simple warning and isolation barrier around the hotel.

Then the gods gathered in the hotel’s largest conference room, a room that had been temporarily converted and had a huge oak round table placed in the center.

The ever-burning lamps emitted a soft light, illuminating faces that were either proud, anxious, or trying to appear calm.

The meeting officially begins.

Mercury, as the convener and landowner, spoke first, reiterating the necessity of the alliance, while Baldr elaborated once again on his 'luring and killing' plan.

Caleb stood by with his arms crossed, watching coldly without comment. The Kitchen God said with concern that this move was too risky and suggested that they consider communication or relocation.

A debate began, with each god holding their own opinion; however, just as the discussion heated up—
"Boom--!!" A thunderclap, so sudden it seemed to explode right on the roof, abruptly interrupted all the sounds.

Immediately afterwards, a torrential downpour began without warning, with dense raindrops pounding against the windows with a loud crackling sound.

The wind howled, making the old window frames creak.

The glass shards and the window latches shook violently, as if they were about to be torn apart at any moment.

The view outside the window instantly became blurry, the rain curtain was so thick that it almost engulfed the entire world, and even the lights in the conference room seemed to flicker.

"Damn heaven and hell!" Mercury was annoyed by the sudden bad weather and couldn't help but curse. "The appearance of those two guys has messed up the rules of reality, and disasters are increasing. Even the weather in the place where I've lived for decades has become so strange and weird!"

He had been operating and living in seclusion here for decades, and knew the surrounding environment like the back of his hand. This sudden and violent thunderstorm was extremely unusual.

"This rain..." Hermes frowned, listening intently. His powerful senses quickly extended a kilometer beyond the hotel, and his expression grew serious. "Something's not right!"

“Of course something’s wrong! It’s all because of Lucifer breaking the seal that the rules are disrupted!” Baldr chimed in, his tone matter-of-fact.

“That’s not the reason I was referring to.” Hermes’ voice deepened, carrying a hint of barely perceptible wariness. “This rain… doesn’t seem to be naturally formed. Its energy and moisture distribution are too even, and the range is too precise. It’s like it was artificially created!”

His words had barely faded—
"Whoosh. Whoosh"

A distinct sound, like a giant oar cutting through thick water, pierced through the raging rain and wind and abruptly entered the conference room.

The sound was so close, so real, as if it weren't coming from the flooded highway or fields outside the window, but from right in the hotel corridor.

Even behind the door of this conference room.

In an instant, the entire conference room fell into silence.

All the gods, whether it be the irritable Caleb, the radiant Baldr, the benevolent Vesta god, the cunning Anansi, the silent Beloberg, or the newly arrived Hermes and Nyx, all ceased their actions and arguments.

Their gazes, unanimously filled with surprise, wariness, and a growing unease stemming from their divine instincts, all turned to the tightly closed door.

The conference room door was trembling slightly, as if being pressed down by some unseen force.

The torrential rain outside the window continued to rage, with intermittent thunderclaps.

But at this moment, in the perception of all the gods, the increasingly close and clearer sound of splashing water was the most chilling sound in this space.

A silent pressure, a mixture of deep-sea resentment, chill, and an incomprehensible, malevolent force, was spreading through the air, slowly engulfing the divine energy field that had once permeated the hotel, like a rising tide. (End of Chapter)