Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

"Do you think we can help you?" Sam asked tentatively, his heart racing.

Making a deal with death sounds absolutely insane.

"Your absurd and limited imaginations are truly endless." The Death Knight's tone was very calm, as if he were simply stating a fact, which didn't even anger Sam and Dean.

“You can’t directly solve my problem, but you can help me remove one of Lucifer’s trump cards.”

Under the astonished gazes of Dean and Sam, the Death Knight slowly removed the ancient-looking, unidentified silver ring that exuded a calming aura from the little finger of his left hand and casually placed it on the metallic tabletop.

"This is what you've been collecting, I know."

The Death Knight's gaze swept over the ring, then he raised it and looked sharply at Sam. "But I need you to promise me one thing: to seal Lucifer at all costs."

He emphasized the word 'everything', his gaze pressing down on Sam as if it were a physical presence.

"This might... require you to sacrifice something 'important'."

Would you be willing?

Upon hearing this, Dean abruptly turned to look at Sam.

Through his recent conversations with Wu Heng, information from Crowley, and deductions from Castio, he had come to a vague understanding of what the so-called 'sacrifice' might mean.

Sam's body is the perfect vessel for Lucifer, and Sam himself is clearly aware of this.

Under Dean's almost-voiced gaze, Sam's Adam's apple bobbed. He avoided Dean's gaze, looking into the Death Knight's deep, abyss-like eyes, and finally, slowly but with unwavering resolve, nodded:

"I agree."

To stop the apocalypse and to save more people, he was willing to embark on this path that could lead to self-destruction.

“Then, this ring will be temporarily ‘lent’ to you.” The Death Knight seemed quite satisfied with this answer, and pushed the Death Ring to the center of the table with his finger.

Dean snatched the ring with lightning speed, the icy touch sending a shiver down his spine.

He and Sam exchanged a glance, both feeling a strong sense of unreality.

They actually obtained the fourth and most crucial Apocalypse Knight Ring just like that?
Just then, a commotion suddenly arose around the deathly silent haunted house.

Outside the haunted house, the outside world, which was originally isolated by the supernatural space, suddenly began to hear the clear sound of rain.

Dense raindrops pounded against the roof and windows, the wind howled, and you could even hear the branches and leaves of the trees outside being blown by the wind, and the chilling, subtle cracking sound of the withered leaves, sparse and bare from 'death,' being swept away by the cold wind.

This is absolutely impossible!
The haunted house is in a state of semi-isolation from reality, and no sounds or sights from the outside world can enter.

The Death Knight frowned slightly for the first time. He listened intently, as if savoring something, then suddenly realized what was happening and looked towards the doorway:

"It seems someone is worried about your safety. What a peculiar soul structure, like a human soul that has undergone some kind of drastic 'mutation'."

He commented, his tone tinged with curiosity.

It's the president!
The answer came to all the Witcher at the same time, and their tense nerves relaxed slightly, but they immediately became tense again because of the more complicated situation in front of them.

Accompanied by the increasingly clear sound of running water, streams of icy rain, defying the laws of physics, silently seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows like a swarm of living snakes, quickly soaking the office floor. "Splash—"

The heavy wooden door to the office was pushed open from the outside by an invisible force.

Holding a folded black long-handled umbrella, with water droplets still dripping from its tip, Wu Heng stood quietly at the doorway like a ghost arriving through the night and rain.

His black robe was as dry as ever, and his gaze calmly swept across the scene in the office, finally settling on the ring in Dean's hand and the seated Death Knight.

"Lor, we've obtained the Death Ring!"

Dean felt like he had found a pillar of support, and without hesitation, he stepped forward and handed over the ring that contained the quality of 'death'.

This scene caused the Death Knight's brow to twitch almost imperceptibly.

But he remained calm and did not say anything to stop it.

Wu Heng took the ring, gently stroking its surface with his fingertips, feeling the power it contained.

His gaze then fell on the plate in front of the Death Knight, his tone casual, as if he were chatting on the street:
"The hot dogs at this shop are really good; it's probably the most famous fast food place around here."

The Death Knight pointed to a paper bag with a fast food restaurant logo on it: "Would you like some?"

"No," Wu Heng shook his head slightly, his gaze refocusing on the Death Knight, his eyes equally calm, and the two chatted like old friends.

"Let's take care of some important matters first."

"Didn't you already get the ring?" The Death Knight crossed his arms on the table, his posture relaxed, as if he didn't care about anything.

“Yes, thank you for your cooperation,” Wu Heng said sincerely. “It saved us a lot of trouble.”

The water stains beneath his feet had silently spread, as if by their own will, forming the rudimentary form of a complex and hidden spell array centered on his position, covering all areas outside the Death Knight's seat.

“But I’m not just here for the ring. I would like to invite you to my estate, where I have a collection of rare vintage wines and unique homemade bacon.”

Only then did the Death Knight seem to truly notice the abnormal flow of water beneath his feet, and the binding power contained within it that was not simply water elemental power.

For the first time, his eternally unchanging face revealed obvious displeasure and a hint of surprise.

"It seems you've made ample preparations," the Death Knight's voice turned cold, "but this doesn't seem like the proper attitude for hosting a dinner party."

“Yes,” Wu Heng readily admitted, taking a step forward. The shadow beneath his feet merged completely with the flowing water, becoming viscous and deep. “I offended you because I had a reason to ‘treat’ you.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the tentacles formed from shadows and water on the ground suddenly sprang up. They were no longer transparent, but transformed into shackles that were as black as ink and shimmered with an eerie light.

The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual capture.

These water chains precisely wrapped around the chair he was sitting in and his hands, which were resting on the table, forming a constantly swirling shackle made of water and shadow.

The Death Knight attempted to move, only to find that his connection with this physical avatar was forcibly imprisoned and severed by a force.

He couldn't wield his power as he had before when he killed the girl, and he couldn't even leave the chair. (End of Chapter)