Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

“I must say, Mr. Morrick,” Death Knight said, tasting the beef and nodding to Wu Heng, “your butler’s cooking skills far surpass my fast food.”

After saying that, he chewed again and couldn't help but nod once more.

"The sauce has a rich and layered flavor, the cooking time is precisely controlled, and the meat is tender and juicy—it deserves praise." When he commented on the food, his demeanor was like that of a refined old-fashioned gentleman.

However, Hannah, who was standing to the side, felt her spirit body trembling slightly.

As a ghost, her perception of the boundary between life and death far surpasses that of the living.

Before the Death Knight, she felt not oppression, but a sense of absolute stillness and belonging that originated from the depths of her soul, a feeling a hundred times stronger than when facing the Death Knight's butler.

It was as if every ounce of energy she had to maintain her existence was instinctively drawn toward the 'silence' that the other person represented.

She tried her best to maintain her composure, but her trembling fingertips and slightly transparent figure betrayed her fear.

Even the usually composed butler of death appeared unusually reserved and formal at this moment, strictly adhering to ancient etiquette in every movement, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

After the meal, everyone moved to Wu Heng's study.

The cold, energetic flames flickered in the fireplace, reflecting the varied expressions on everyone's faces. The conversation shifted to a deeper level.

The Death Knight, holding a glass of aged red wine as black as congealed blood, seemed to pierce through the walls. "So, you believe the meaning of this brief life lies in defying our ultimate destiny?"

His tone suggested he was engaging in a purely philosophical discussion.

“No,” Wu Heng said calmly, toying with an ancient runic stone. “The meaning lies in the process itself, in every choice, and in the will to keep going even when you know the destination.”

"Even when faced with the end, the soul can choose a different posture, rather than willingly being trapped in a seemingly beautiful but actually stagnant eternal fragment."

A hint of undisguised disdain flashed in the Death Knight's eyes: "Stagnant eternity?"

"You mean that self-deceiving 'loopback' in heaven?"

"Heaven, under the leadership of those children, is indeed laughable. Anchoring the soul to what they consider to be the happiest moment, repeating it endlessly until the spiritual spark is extinguished and consciousness is completely submerged, is not a reward, Mr. Morrick. It is a prison for the very essence of the soul, a slow death on a spiritual level."

"The only difference between it and hell is the way it silences the soul."

Dean and Sam were struck dumb; their long-held belief in heaven crumbled instantly.

“Wait!” Dean’s voice was hoarse, and he felt a wave of nausea. “You mean those good people who ‘went to heaven’ are now like they’re trapped in a virtual game with only one level and no way to exit, repeating the same day over and over again?”

"The wording is rough, but the essence is correct, Dean." The Death Knight glanced at him indifferently. "The result is the stagnation of the soul's vitality and the degeneration of the ability to think. True eternity is fluid and changeable, not rigid repetition."

"Although the resilience of the soul may be beyond imagination, and they can be twisted and shaped, completely severing and obliterating its core thoughts is to say that it is truly dead."

Wu Heng neither denied nor nodded.

In this world, the soul is seen as one, inherently difficult to separate. All pain leaves only marks on its surface, yet is enough to change its essence.

But in Wu Heng's view, souls were like pieces of cake, which could be cut. Wu Heng didn't argue, but looked at Dean and Sam, whose faces were grim: "So, now that you know the inside story of Heaven, what are your views on angels and their kingdom?"

"A bunch of hypocritical bastards!" Dean spat out through gritted teeth. "Manipulating fate, even the promises of happiness are a lie!"

Sam's face was equally grim: "We've never trusted them, and now we utterly despise them."

Wu Heng nodded, his expression solemn: "With the four rings in hand, we do have a chance to seal Lucifer and end this apocalypse, but we must see one thing clearly: if Lucifer is sealed, then Heaven will 'win'."

"If a victorious paradise still intends to transform the human world into its controlled, singular Eden, then for human civilization, that would be tantamount to another form of doomsday."

He emphasized, "The key is that we don't have any 'Heavenly Ring' to counterbalance various angels like Michael, Zachary, Raphael, and Gabriel."

"Heaven is riddled with factions and deep-seated conflicts. Due to power and ideology, infighting and division will inevitably erupt sooner or later. At that time, the human world, which has lost its common enemy, will become the new battlefield for them to fight over."

The Death Knight beside him nodded slightly, confirming in his calm tone: "Beneath the surface of stability, undercurrents surge; Heaven is not a monolithic entity."

“Therefore,” Wu Heng looked sharply at Dean and Sam, “humanity needs a power that can effectively restrain angels on earth, preventing them from doing whatever they want. At the very least, on our land, we need to establish rules that they must abide by.”

"Your next task is to acquire this power."

Dean and Sam instantly became solemn, straightening their backs as they realized that this matter concerned whether humanity could control its own destiny.

Wu Heng took out a black metal box, which contained several dark silver talismans that could be precisely assembled. The surface was etched with complex runes, which shimmered with a faint light.

"When this set of amulets is fully assembled, it can form a small-scale force field that can suppress extraordinary beings within the range that rely on external rules or strange energy."

"Force it to reveal a relatively real world, with the added effect of short-term tracking and imprisonment." He lightly tapped a talisman with his fingertip, the runes lighting up and fading like flowing water. "Remember, use it decisively when necessary."

The two solemnly accepted the box. The amulet felt cold and heavy in their hands, and they could sense the intricate yet dangerous energy structure within it.

Meanwhile, the encrypted communicator received a task briefing:
Location: Union, Nebraska

[Event: A series of bizarre murders have occurred in the town; tutor Amber Till suddenly lost control during a lesson and killed herself by removing her own brain with her bare hands; multiple residents reported encountering the legendary 'Tooth Fairy,' having all their teeth precisely pulled out without any blood or traces of anesthesia.]

[Objective: Follow the clues to locate and safely return to the key target; determine if the target possesses the key to controlling the angel's power.]

[Requirements: Extreme secrecy is required to avoid attracting attention from either the heavens or the world; all means may be used to ensure capture if necessary.]

The Death Knight looked at Wu Heng, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "You were able to track 'him's' whereabouts. It seems you've been planning this for a long time."

A faint, enigmatic smile flickered across Wu Heng's face, but he did not reply.

"But can the two of them do it? That child's strength is constantly increasing; he's a sharp blade."

"I trust Sam and Dean," Wu Heng stated definitively. (End of Chapter)