Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

In the city center square, Eve sits on the edge of the fountain.

The fountain had long since stopped, and some indistinguishable debris floated in the pool. She didn't mind the filth in the water; she dipped her bare feet in, closed her eyes, as if sensing something.

A monster ran over.

It was once a demon, but now it has grown bat wings on its back and its hands and feet have turned into claws, but its face still retains the demon's dark red skin and sharp horns. It kneels before Eve.

"Have you found it?" Eve asked without opening her eyes.

“No, Crowley is well hidden.” The monster’s voice was hoarse. “But we found traces of his Hellhound army in the East District. They were very faint, possibly remnants of a portal.”

Eve opened her eyes.

Her pupils were now completely golden, like molten gold: "Keep searching. He stole my child and must pay the price."

"Yes." The monster withdrew.

Eve stood up, walked to the edge of the square, and looked down at the street.

Several people were hiding in the alley: a middle-aged couple and a young man who looked like their son. They had been hiding for two whole days.

The family huddled behind a freezer in a supermarket warehouse, surviving on canned food.

At this moment, the young son insisted on going out to find medicine, as his father had run out of his heart medication.

They were now cornered at the end of the alley by three hybrids. The mother was sobbing, and the father was shielding his son behind him, clutching a rusty iron pipe in his hand.

Eve sat on the edge of a rooftop three blocks away, her bare feet dangling gently. She didn't even look in that direction; she simply raised her right hand, her index finger pointing lightly into the air.

In the alley, three humans froze simultaneously.

The iron pipe in his father's hand clattered to the ground. His eyes widened, and blood vessels quickly spread across the surface of his eyeballs, followed by fine black veins, like a torn spider web.

He made a 'hoarse' inhalation sound in his throat, but couldn't shout.

His skin began to ripple, as if countless rats were scurrying beneath. The buttons on his suit and shirt popped off, and the skin on his chest tore open, revealing dark red, pulsating new muscle tissue, which was quickly covered with a waxy shell.

The son's changes were even more drastic.

Because he was young, his cells were active. At this moment, he knelt on the ground, his spine making a teeth-grinding cracking sound as it bulged backward, tearing through his T-shirt and forming a segmented exoskeleton like that of an insect.

The fingernails of all ten fingers fell off, and the finger bones lengthened and sharpened, becoming bone spurs that gleamed with a cold light.

His mouth split open to his ears, and rows of new, fine, file-like teeth emerged.

The mother only changed at the very end; she had already watched her husband and son twist into monsters before her eyes, and the sobs in her throat gradually turned into inhuman screams.

The shriek grew increasingly high-pitched, eventually exceeding the frequency that the human ear could detect.

Her hair fell out in clumps, her scalp cracked, and from the cracks emerged a dozen or so constantly swaying, pink tentacles, each with a compound eye the size of a sesame seed at its end.

The whole process lasted less than thirty seconds.

The three newly born monsters stood there, bewildered for a few seconds.

They were still covered in rags, the father was still wearing leather shoes, and the son was still wearing a digital watch on his wrist, the dial glowing faintly in the dim light.

Then, as if receiving some silent instruction, they turned around and, with slightly clumsy but quickly adaptable steps, walked out of the alley and joined the patrolling hybrids on the street.

The monster that was once the father even bent down to pick up the rusty iron pipe from the ground and held it in its newborn, carapace-covered hand.

On the rooftop, Eve withdrew her fingers and rested them on her knees. She tilted her head, her golden pupils reflecting the monstrous shadows moving across the street below.

"Not enough," she murmured to herself, her voice carried away by the wind. "Far from enough."

Her gaze swept past the low-rise buildings and landed on the edge of the city.

The sky there was a deeper color, filled with a faint sulfurous haze, the lingering traces of energy characteristic of demonic activity.

Crowley's men are as stubborn as cockroaches, still trying to establish a base, gather resources, and even try to capture her child.

Eve's lips curved into a very shallow smile.

She liked demons; they were tenacious, their souls filthy yet resilient, making them excellent raw materials. More importantly, the pain and despair that came from transforming demons were exceptionally rich in flavor.

A few blocks away, in the underground vault of an abandoned bank, four low-ranking demons were busy working around a complex magic circle drawn with blood.

They are trying to create a small portal to allow more of their companions to infiltrate.

The leader was a demon named Graz, a former medieval executioner, who was now slicing open his forearm with a dagger, letting his black blood drip into the core of the magic circle.

"Hurry up, the monster will detect the energy fluctuations!" Graz growled.

Before he could finish speaking, a loud crash of concrete shattering came from above.

Several large holes were torn in the ceiling, and several dark figures fell with the falling debris, directly chiseling through the floorboards from the upper floor.

It is a hybrid of Eve.

There are three of them, each with a different appearance. One of them maintains a roughly human shape, but its arms are bony blades like those of a praying mantis. Another one lies on the ground, resembling a hybrid of a lizard and a wolf, drooling. The third one is the most bizarre, resembling an amorphous lump of flesh, its surface covered with eyes and suckers.

"Enemy attack!" Graz roared, whipping out a dark red demonic energy whip.

The black whip struck the lizard wolf, scorching a patch of fur and scales on its shoulder and back, emitting a burnt smell.

But the lizard wolf merely shook its head, and the muscles around its wound rapidly healed. It growled and continued its attack, this time even faster.

The blade hybrid met another demon wielding a rusty machete.

The demon's cleaver slammed into its bone-like blade arm, sending sparks flying and leaving only a faint white mark. The other blade arm of the hybrid blade swept across, easily severing the demon's wrist from which it held the cleaver.

The fleshy hybrid flows directly into the incantation. Its body secretes a highly corrosive viscous fluid, and the blood-painted incantation patterns emit blue smoke upon contact, quickly becoming blurred and ineffective.

The battle began suddenly and ended even faster.

The demons' dark power and curses were much less effective against these hybrids that had been modified by Eve's original power. In less than two minutes, all four demons were pinned to the ground, their joints were violently dislocated or broken, and their weapons were kicked away.

They were dragged out of the bank, across the broken streets, all the way to the building where Eve was.

They were then roughly thrown onto the cold, dirty road by the hybrids.

Eve leaped lightly from the rooftop and landed in front of them, her white dress not even dusty.

She walked barefoot to Graz, who was the most disheveled, and looked down at him.

"I'll give you a choice." Her voice was gentle, yet it chilled the demons to the bone. "Submit, join my child, or..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was clear. (End of Chapter)