Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

It roughly resembles the outline of a heart, with broken blood vessels and green blood, and inside you can see a complex structure that looks like a combination of plant roots and mechanical pumps.

It was pulsating at a slow rhythm, and with each pulsation, a drop of crystal-clear liquid, exuding a pure and 'pure' aura, was secreted from it—source water.

This is the core organ upon which the Sleeping Lord depends for survival and to produce source water; it is a manifestation of the Lord as a conceptual embodiment.

As its organs were removed, the Sleeping Lord let out a desperate wail, and its entire form began to rapidly collapse and dissipate, turning into gray mist.

This time, however, the fog no longer contained any consciousness; it became truly lifeless.

After losing its master, the Forgotten Land began to crumble continuously.

Holding the still slightly pulsating gray organ, Wu Heng didn't even glance at the surrounding collapse before turning and stepping into the shadows.

The laboratory is located underground at Morrick Manor.

The gray organ was fixed to a complex metal base, beneath which were connected several thick pipes engraved with absorption runes.

The other end of the pipe plunged deep beneath the manor, where it had been opened up by Wu Heng's power and connected to an anchor point somewhere.

Wu Heng carried out a series of meticulous modifications on it.

The final product looks like a bizarrely styled hand pump.

The pump body is cast from dark metal, and at its core is that gray organ. Through the observation window on the outer wall, you can see that it is still slowly pulsating.

The pump's outlet is connected to a crystal container.

Wu Heng poured the last few drops of source water he had initially obtained from that organ into the inlet on top of the pump, then gripped the cold metal handle and began to press up.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

Accompanied by the sounds of mechanical friction and the pulsation of organs, along with a faint heartbeat rhythm, an extremely thin, yet ancient, chaotic, and primal dark purple aura was extracted from the ground through the organs.

When the organs came into contact with this aura, their pulsations noticeably quickened, and their internal structures operated efficiently, forcibly fusing and transforming this mysterious aura with the pure water circulating within the pump's body and from the real world.

One drop, two drops
A liquid, emitting a faint blue glow and with a texture heavier than ordinary water, dripped from the spout and flowed into the crystal container.

The exorcism potion, or rather, the abyssal source water, has been created!
While production efficiency is indeed limited, after automation, it is sufficient to fill the gap in exorcism demand and replace the holy water that previously required prayers and special rituals in churches to be truly effective.

Wu Heng's purpose, of course, went far beyond that.

The 'mysterious aura' extracted by this organ originates from purgatory.

The endless abyss beneath hell.

Based on his deductions and the deciphering of the world's underlying information by 'internet addiction', the power that has accumulated deep within this purgatory is ancient and immense.

In the story, the angel Castio only absorbed a portion of it and briefly possessed power close to that of 'God'.

Although the true level of God is far from being reached so easily, Wu Heng estimated that Castio at that time had only temporarily reached the 'hell level'.

But this proves the value of the power of purgatory.

Moreover, Wu Heng knew that in the purgatory of this world, an 'old friend' was slumbering—Leviathan.

In any world, this guy is an ancient being at the top of the food chain.

Using the substitution of holy water as a perfect pretext, he was carrying out a plan to continuously draw upon the aura of purgatory, strengthen his connection with the abyss, and accumulate power.

Under the watchful eye of God, this 'incompetent editor,' he needs such a 'reasonable script,' otherwise God might run out of ideas and correct the script. The newly named 'Exorcism Potion' has been added to the guild's exchange list; its low price, relative to its effectiveness, is quite reasonable.

Soon, the first batch of demon hunters who redeemed the exorcism potion put it into use, trusting the 'guild master'.

A barn on a farm in Kentucky that has been taken over by skinners.

Young witcher Elena and her partner, the bear-like Mark, are locked in a fierce battle.

After the holy water lost its effectiveness, they struggled to deal with these highly resilient monsters.

"Try this, it's new stuff from the guild, certified by the guild leader!" Mark shouted, tossing a small metal water bottle to Elena.

Elena took it, pulled out the stopper, and splashed the blue-glowing liquid inside at a skinning walker that lunged at her.

"laugh--!"

Like a red-hot iron being plunged into grease, a burst of violent, foul-smelling white smoke rose up.

The skinning walker let out a bloodcurdling scream that no human could utter, and his chest, which had been splashed with liquid, quickly corroded and festered, the edges of the wound turning charred black.

Furthermore, the eerie blue corrosive force was spreading outwards, hindering its self-healing, and its effect was far more potent than that of the holy water in the past.

"Be careful, this stuff stings terribly if it gets on your skin!" Mark warned. "It's practically like sulfuric acid."

He examined it after receiving it, and accidentally splashed a drop on the back of his hand, instantly turning it into a red dot. Fortunately, after quickly wiping it off, it was just a minor burn.

In another city apartment, a witcher is exorcising a possessed demon.

When a specially made bullet, mixed with a trace amount of exorcism water, is fired into the shoulder of the possessed person, the demon residing within emits a distorted and amplified scream of pain through the host's throat, as if its very soul has been set ablaze.

The exorcism process was shortened by nearly half compared to the past, and the damage to the host's body was minimized as the demon was rapidly weakened.

"The old holy water was like mosquito repellent, making them uncomfortable and wanting them to leave. This stuff is fucking insecticide!"

An old witcher watched the fleeing demonic spirits, muttering his assessment, his face a mixture of shock and delight.

The news boosted the morale of the demon hunters.

Although it requires more caution in its use, its remarkable effects, especially its powerful restraint on demons, have allowed them to regain the initiative in the fight.

At a guild celebration, when the drinks were flowing freely, the burly demon hunter named Mark suddenly ripped open his leather jacket and shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

A pattern was tattooed in dark ink on his chest.
That was a simple sketch of Wu Heng's profile, or rather, of Lorra Molik's face. The lines were hard and the eyes were sharp. Despite its simplicity, it captured that unique calmness and mystery.

"To the Chairman!" Mark raised his massive wooden goblet, his roar seemingly shaking the roof. "He gave us the tools to keep fighting!"

A burst of laughter and cheers erupted around them, mixed with discussions about the effects of the exorcism potion and expectations for the future.

Deep within the manor, Wu Heng witnessed this scene through information transmitted by 'internet addiction'.

His gaze lingered for a moment on the tattoo on Mark's chest, but he made no comment.

The tattoo is of Lorra Morik's face, not Wu Heng's. Whatever this guy wants. Another reason is that the 'internet addiction' information shows that the other party is not gay, but simply an extreme admirer.

His attention returned to the pressure pump in front of him, connected to the factory's automation system, constantly creaking and drawing breaths from the abyss. (End of Chapter)