Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He glanced at the flashing messages on the brothers' terminals, his brow furrowing. "Famine...it has awakened too."

Without further pleasantries, the three set off immediately and met up with Wu Heng, who had arrived directly via the ghost ship after receiving the coordinates, on the outskirts of the Greenfield community.

Wu Heng came because he needed to participate in the "Sealing the Four Horsemen" mission in order to get the "entry ticket" to the Lighthouse.

Greenfield, Iowa.

The tranquility and abundance that this name once represented have now been completely tainted by an invisible, viscous lust.

The community appeared peaceful at the moment, but an eerie atmosphere permeated it.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, but many of them had vacant eyes, clutching food or other items tightly in their hands, and were wary of those around them.

A faint commotion could be heard coming from the direction of the fast food restaurant.

Wu Heng's gaze swept across the community, and he said to Dean and Sam, "After the Apocalypse begins, the Four Horsemen will awaken one after another, and the situation here should already be confirmed."

“It really is a ‘famine’?!” Dean frowned, his grip on the gun tightening.

He pointed in the direction of the fast food restaurant: "The power of famine lies in distorting desires, and these circumstances fit perfectly."

“Alright,” Dean took a deep breath and pulled the bolt, “then let’s go and meet this bastard who’s making us ‘eat’.”

The moment Wu Heng, Dean, Sam, and Castio stepped into the community's boundary, it was as if they had passed through an invisible membrane and entered a distorted realm.

The air was not filled with sulfur or foul odor, but with a more unsettling sense of emptiness and anxiety.

Passing through the delicatessen at the intersection, the scene inside the street was chilling.

It's no longer a simple struggle, but a complete breakdown of order.

A man in a well-tailored suit was kneeling in a roadside flowerbed, frantically digging and grabbing at the soil, stuffing grass roots and worms into his mouth, chewing and swallowing, his face a mixture of pain and satisfaction.

His tie was stained with mud, and his eyes were unfocused, as if the soil he was holding was the most delicious delicacy in the world.

Not far away, the doors and windows of a convenience store had already been smashed.

The place was like a locust swarm had swept through, but the scramble continued, with several people, their faces flushed and their eyes glazed over, tearing at each other amidst the ruins of the shelves.

There was no food left in the store, and the fight was over whether the other person could hide even a small piece of broken cookie wrapper.

One person was biting another's arm tightly, as if trying to draw nourishment from the other's flesh and blood. It didn't look like a fight; it looked more like someone wanted to devour the other's body.

In front of a house further away, a woman who looked like a mother was holding her baby tightly, but the look in her eyes was not one of love, but rather a struggle that was a mixture of longing and pain.

Her throat bobbed as if resisting the terrifying thought of viewing the flesh and blood in her arms as 'food'.

"This is fucking worse than demonic possession!"

Dean felt a wave of nausea and gripped the gun tightly. This twisted feeling, stemming from a life-or-death instinct, was more chilling than pure evil.

Sam was pale, and the demonic power within him stirred subtly in this environment, as if it were resonating with something.

Castio frowned, sensing an invisible force of law eroding the will of all living beings in the area.

Wu Heng's gaze swept calmly over the scene of devastation, as if observing a failed experiment. The ruins here did not stir any emotion within him; his target was clear: the source of the chaos at its very center. Community Center, Fast Food King restaurant.

The original glass curtain wall has long been shattered, and the tables and chairs inside the store are overturned. Amidst this mess, a figure stands out conspicuously.

This is a man sitting in a wheelchair, looking emaciated.

He was so thin he was unrecognizable; his skin clung to his bones, giving it an unhealthy grayish-white appearance.

Sparse hair clung to his scalp, and deep-set eyes burned with an insatiable greed.

He was the vessel chosen by the Famine Knight—Castil, or rather, an empty shell completely covered by the consciousness of famine.

He wasn't eating; instead, he tilted his head slightly, as if 'absorbing' the countless desires permeating the air.

The moment Wu Heng and his three companions entered his perception range, a very subtle smile seemed to appear on his withered lips, as if he had discovered a new toy.

His consciousness, like invisible tentacles, quietly reached out to the four of them.

Then, he tasted the intense conflict between Sam's deep-seated dependence on demon blood and his attempt to break free from it and achieve self-redemption—a complex mix of the allure of power and guilt.

He sensed in Dean's soul the heavy guilt of repeatedly failing to protect his brother, and the almost obsessive longing for the reunion of his long-broken family, like aged bitter wine.

He 'heard' Castio's deepest longing and confusion about experiencing the true emotions of the human world—a pure yet constrained yearning.

Finally, his gaze fell on Wu Heng, who was in the lead.

"Hmm?" The Famine Knight uttered a barely audible, almost questioning sound.

For the first time, a clear look of bewilderment appeared in his eyes, which were burning with hunger.

"What a disgustingly noble guy. What he desires is for the Apocalypse to be stopped, for the Witcher Guild to grow stronger, and for world peace?!"

The desires he sensed belonging to Wu Heng were so pure that they were without a trace of impurity, as if they were pre-programmed goals, without any trace of personal pleasure, lust for power, or fear.

This pure, grandiose 'desire' is, in the eyes of famine, both uninteresting and too firmly entrenched to be easily swayed.

Since we cannot directly distort this lofty goal, let's attack the cornerstone that supports it—the people's hearts.

The human heart is the strongest, yet also the most fragile!
The Famine Knight concentrated all the power of the rules he could muster at that moment, precisely targeting the gaps in the hearts of the four.

Suddenly, phantoms of innocent people who had died because of his loss of control or indirectly appeared before Sam's eyes, wailing and accusing him, their voices amplified in his mind.

"You need power. Only demon blood can make you strong. Only strength can atone for your mistakes. Embrace it! More...more!!"

This power reinforced his twisted obsession that "only by relying on darkness can more people be saved," causing the power within him to surge out of control. His eyes were instantly covered by black patterns, and a suppressed growl came from his throat. His desire for power almost overwhelmed his reason.

Even the effects of the medicine given to him by Wu Heng were overridden.

Dean, however, was hallucinating. He saw Sam completely corrupted, his eyes pitch black, standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, giving him a strange, sinister grin.

A whisper echoed in the hallucination: "See? You can't stop him. He will destroy everything. Bind him. Lock him up! Before he can cause any more harm!" (End of Chapter)