Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Dean and Sam quickly scanned the information, their eyes gleaming with determination.

“We guarantee to complete the mission,” Sam said in a deep voice.

“Don’t worry,” Dean said, closing the amulet box. His face held a unique expression that was a mix of roguish charm and a strong sense of responsibility. “No matter what, we will bring him back!”

Union Town, Nebraska.

This is a seemingly peaceful Midwestern town, yet it is permeated with an underlying unease.

Dean drove the impala into town with Sam in tow.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat somber, as the truth about 'souls going to heaven' and the hypocrisy of heaven still lingered in their minds.

“Okay, let’s see what surprises this town has in store.” Dean tried to dispel the somber mood with his usual banter. He turned on the radio, which played old rock music. “First, there’s the brain-teaser, then the Tooth Fairy. The strange things happening here are really creative.”

"It's a bit like a ghost story coming true."

Sam was reviewing the encrypted files sent by 'Internet Addiction', his brow furrowed: "The tutor, Amber Till, showed no signs of a struggle at the scene. The surveillance footage showed that she suddenly screamed while tutoring a student and then performed the action with her bare hands. Medical examinations ruled out drugs or a known history of mental illness."

He switched pages, saying, "In other cases of 'tooth fairy' incidents, the victims had all their teeth pulled out while they were asleep or alone. They only discovered it when they woke up. The process was painless and bloodless, just like the teeth had fallen out naturally."

“There were no social connections among all the victims!”

“It sounds like some kind of powerful telekinesis, or...reality distortion,” Dean deduced, parking the car near the town library. “Let’s start with the most recent Tooth Fairy victims and hopefully find some common ground.”

Their investigation did not go smoothly.

The victims are still in shock and their descriptions are incoherent.

The town's sheriff was wary of these outsiders, and official reports attributed the incident to mass hysteria or a malicious prank.

In the afternoon, they gathered information in an old-fashioned coffee shop. Outside the window was a typical American small-town street scene: children were chasing each other on the street, and housewives were chatting. Everything seemed normal.

“Completely clueless.” Dean stirred his cheap coffee in his cup in frustration. “Each victim seems to have been randomly selected, there’s no pattern. Are we just going to wait here for the next victim to appear?”

Sam was more observant, noticing a detail: "Dean, have you noticed that almost all the incidents happen in the south of town, near the elementary school and that community park?"

"So, maybe that guy lives in that area?"

“Perhaps,” Sam pondered, “'Internet addiction' screened the background information of all residents in the area, and most of them were ordinary families. But there was one child whose record was somewhat unusual.”

He pulled up the data on the tablet:
"Jesse Turner, 10 years old, adopted family."

“His adoptive parents, Catherine and Mark Turner, were well-regarded high school teachers in town, but Jesse’s enrollment records show that he transferred there less than a year ago, the previous information is vague, and according to some informal records from the school, the boy seemed to be exceptionally bright and also exceptionally lonely, with almost no friends.”

"There are plenty of smart kids out there, Sam," Dean said dismissively.

"But the class he was in was the very class that Amber Till was tutoring!"

“So, although Amber’s incident didn’t happen at school, this connection is made.” Sam’s eyes sharpened. “Moreover, in several bullying incidents, the bullies targeting Jesse later ‘unexpectedly’ encountered some minor troubles, such as inexplicably losing all their baby teeth.” “That’s interesting.” Dean sat up straight. “Let’s go meet this ‘clever’ Jesse.”

They arrived at the community park and soon spotted their target near the swing set.

It was a boy who looked a little thin with brown hair, quietly swinging on a swing by himself, looking at the other children playing in the distance with a sense of detachment and contemplation that was beyond his years.

Dean adjusted his expression, trying to look like a kind community worker, and stepped forward.

"Hey kid, playing alone? We're from the Youth Foundation, doing a random interview."

Jesse looked up and glanced at Dean.

There was no shyness or curiosity common among children her age in her clear blue eyes, only a calm scrutiny.

“You are not from the foundation.” His voice was soft, but firm.

Dean and Sam were both taken aback.

Jesse jumped off the swing and dusted off his pants: "I've met people from all the institutions in town, but you guys have a different aura."

He paused, glancing at the tablet Sam hadn't yet put away. "And you're investigating those strange things, aren't you? Professor Amber's matter, and those people who lost their teeth."

Sam crouched down, trying to look Jesse in the eye, and said in a gentle tone, "Jesse, you know something, don't you? This is important; it might help prevent anyone else from getting hurt."

Jesse glanced at Sam, then at Dean, who looked somewhat nervous.

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "I feel like something's not quite right."

"Sometimes, I just hope certain things happen, or I hope certain people stop doing bad things, and then things just happen."

He lowered his head, kicking at the pebbles at his feet. "For example, I hoped Tommy, who always steals my lunch money, would stop being able to bully others. Then the next day he went to the hospital because of a toothache. The doctor said several of his teeth were loose. I didn't mean to; I just thought about it."

Just then, a familiar figure suddenly appeared under the shade of a tree in the corner of the park.

It was Castio. His expression was unusually grave. He strode over to the two brothers and stared intently at Jesse.

“Castio, what brings you here?” Dean asked.

Castio didn't answer Dean's question. His voice was low and urgent, filled with unprecedented tension: "Stay away from him, immediately. He's not an ordinary child!"

He pulled the two brothers aside, ignoring Jesse's curious gaze, and said in an almost whispered but fearful voice, "I checked his information and traced his origins."

"He is Julia Wright, the woman who was possessed by a demon for over a year, and the child she conceived during that time. He is a half-human, half-demon hybrid, and the prophesied Antichrist!"

“What, the Antichrist, this child?” Dean and Sam looked at the pale, thin boy in disbelief.

"His power originates from demons, yet transcends the realm of ordinary demons; it's a loophole specifically designed to exploit the order of Heaven." Castio spoke rapidly, a hint of panic even in his eyes. "He's still young; his power is unconsciously awakening and growing as the Apocalypse unfolds." (End of Chapter)