Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

This means that the lifespans of many of the people Ryan won may automatically return.

This woman wagered her life on Ryan and helped an outsider.

But they never considered Ryan's feelings.

This is a selfish, foolish love, and self-indulgent sentimentality.

However, Wu Heng didn't say much; he couldn't persuade someone so obsessed with love.

Ryan is eight hundred years old, yet he's still a love-obsessed, love-struck fool.

"Who did all this?" Ryan asked Evelyn again, his eyes reddening, when he saw that Wu Heng remained silent.

Evelyn shook her head as she wept.

Sam shrugged and said to Ryan, "You saw that energy ball too. What other creature do you think could possess such pure holy light power?"

“Heaven?!” Ryan uttered the two words in a somber voice.

Then he turned to Wu Heng and said solemnly, "Thank you for the gift you gave me. You must be their president."

“I agree to what that old man said before, and I am willing to join you.”

After saying that, Ryan slumped into his chair.

"Very good, welcome to the guild. There are quite a few old men in the guild. They have a wealth of experience, but their age is their only drawback, even with potions."

"Your joining will make up for this very well."

"The lifespan you provide later will become one of the guild's welfare exchanges. As for the source of the lifespan, you don't need to worry. The guild will provide angels and demons, both of which have enough bargaining chips and bad luck."

"Now, our bet is over, but your debt is still not paid off. At least you know who to ask for your money back."

“Ryan.” Evelyn wanted to say something more, but Ryan interrupted her.

"No need to say more, Evelyn. I love you, but what I'm about to do is very dangerous. We're not suited to work together. Take care of yourself."

Ryan's words brought tears to Evelyn's eyes instantly.

But she couldn't say anything more.

Although Ryan was love-struck, he had come to some conclusions after a while and decided to let the two of them cool off for a while.

Wu Heng nodded slightly, then Sam took Ryan back to the guild; he still had things to take care of.

Sam nodded and said to Ryan, "Let's go to the hospital. They should be awake by now. Then we'll go back together."

Ryan gave Evelyn, who sat slumped on the sofa, a deep look before turning and following him out the door.
Only one person remained in the room, along with the bottle of Reversal Spell potion on the table.

Evelyn gazed at the empty room: "Lane, do we have a chance to start over, to live our lives properly, using our own time?"

No one answered, and tears streamed down her face.

Outside the window, the rain had stopped, and the setting sun shone through the clouds onto the wet streets.

In the hospital ward,
Orange sunlight streamed through the blinds, cutting bright strips of light across the floor.

The first thing Dean did when he opened his eyes was to sit up abruptly and touch his face with both hands. His skin was firm and elastic, unlike the dry, bark-like feel he had experienced before.

He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom in the ward, looking at himself in the mirror from left to right.

The mirror reflected the familiar Dean Winchester, a bit stubble on his chin and a few laugh lines around his eyes, but he was definitely no longer the ninety-year-old man he once was. "Ha!" he exclaimed, slapping his cheeks. "I'm back!"

Bobby sat up on the bed next to him.

His transformation wasn't as dramatic as Dean's, after all, Bobby was already looking older.

So she maintained her appearance in her forties, her hair returned to a deep brown, the wrinkles on her face were much shallower, and most importantly, her eyes regained their sparkle.

Bobby touched his chin and muttered, "It feels like I had a nightmare, and then someone poured caffeine down my vein."

He saw Dean come out of the bathroom and grinned, "You're back to normal too. Sam's a good kid."

"Come on," Dean interrupted him, but couldn't help but smirk. "I wonder who was lying on the bed like a dead dog saying their last words, 'Dean, you have to take care of yourself,' and 'Don't believe Lucifer.'"

“Hey, that was end-of-life care, it’s only natural!” Bobby protested. “And don’t pretend, I heard you making your final arrangements there too, like ‘I’m leaving that silver-plated shotgun in my workshop to Sam.’”

"That's because your crappy gun keeps jamming," Dean retorted, but his eyes were full of laughter.

The two were exchanging barbs when the hospital room door was pushed open.

Sam walked in, followed by a man in a dark blue suit with impeccably styled hair—it was none other than the Card Traveler Ryan.

However, Ryan looked different at this moment. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, his tie was loose, and his face no longer had the composure of a professional gambler. Instead, it carried a hint of fatigue and a sense of relief.

Dean and Bobby both stopped smiling, their bodies tensing slightly.

“Relax,” Sam gestured with his hand. “Lane is an ally now. His situation is a bit complicated, but the guild leader has taken care of it. He’s willing to join the guild and use his abilities to help us.”

Ryan nodded slightly, his voice a little hoarse: "I'm sorry about what happened before, that was me."

“Alright,” Dean interrupted him, waving his hand. “Sam trusts you, the chairman trusts you, that’s enough.”

“Anyway, I’m perfectly fine right now.” He paused, staring at Ryan, “But what if you turn someone else into an old man?”

“No more,” Ryan said seriously. “I owe you guys, and I have some scores to settle with certain guys hiding behind the scenes.”

The atmosphere eased.

Bobby stretched his limbs, his joints making a slight 'click' sound: "Feels good, so let's go now."

Before he could finish speaking, Sam and Dean's communicators simultaneously emitted urgent beeps, an encrypted signal signaling an emergency guild assembly.

The three exchanged a glance, and Sam quickly answered the call.

Wu Heng's voice came through, accompanied by the sounds of hurried footsteps and machinery: "All personnel outside, return to the equilibrium zone immediately. Hell's Defense Line has detected a large-scale abnormal energy vibration. This is not a natural phenomenon; it is a sign of an organized attack. Repeat, return immediately."

Communications cut off.

Dean whistled: "Looks like the holidays are over."

Ten minutes later, the four of them got into the SUV that Ryan had driven and sped toward the balance field.

On the way, Sam briefly explained the guild's recent expansion.

After successfully recruiting blacksmith Grayson, the psychic group 'Voice of Midnight,' and now card traveler Ryan, along with dozens of other experienced individuals, the guild has added dozens more professional demon hunter squads.

“There are dedicated Watcher squads patrolling the area,” Sam said as he drove. “There are also Cleaner squads conducting guerrilla warfare on the outskirts of the city, clearing out infiltrating demons, as well as intelligence gathering and technical support teams. The Chairman has restructured the entire organization.” (End of Chapter)