Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

There were no fancy light effects or sounds, but Jane's body suddenly trembled, as if she had been struck by an invisible electric current.

The order book and pen in her hand fell to the ground with a 'thud'.

The color drained from his face instantly, and his light brown eyes widened abruptly, his pupils contracting, filled with almost overflowing horror.

She stumbled back a step, her back hitting the back of an empty chair next to her with a dull thud.

Then he immediately turned and stared intently at Metatron, before abruptly turning to Castillo.

His gaze swept over Castio's body, over his unnatural posture despite his best efforts to conceal it, and over his blue eyes, which were still extraordinary even under the suppression of human rules.

“Angel…” she squeezed out the word through clenched teeth, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Despite her doubtful tone, she was certain in her heart that these self-proclaimed angels of light had no affection whatsoever for them, the Nephilim.

The faint but real angelic bloodline belonging to the Nephilim sounded a sharp alarm at this moment.

The elderly couple at the next table seemed completely oblivious to the unusual situation and continued eating their dinner at a leisurely pace.

In the entire restaurant, the atmosphere suddenly plummeted to freezing point in the corner where only the three of them were.

"Please...please..." Jane's voice trembled with sobs, but she struggled to control it, her body shaking violently with fear. "I...I didn't...I've never hurt anyone...I've always been careful...I just want to live...like a normal person..."

Her words were incoherent and desperate, like the last struggle of a drowning person. Tears quickly welled up in her eyes and rolled down her pale cheeks.

“My mother… she just fell in love with someone who was passing by. She didn’t know, she didn’t know anything. She got sick after giving birth to me, and soon… I never even saw him… that angel…” She rambled on, trying to gain pity with her broken life story, or at least… buy time.

Hearing these words, and observing the other person's soul, devoid of any bloodlust or resentment.

Castio's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by the hand that held the dagger.

He saw the fear in her eyes, and that humble, desperate desire to survive.

This was completely different from the blemishes and lesions he had expected.

My God, this is just a fearful, lonely, and unusual... thinking, innocent life.

"What exactly am I doing?" Castio wondered to himself.

“Castio.” Metatron’s voice rang in his ears, not loud, but like a poisoned needle. “Remember the Trials, remember Heaven, remember the innocent who suffer because of the collapse of the rules. Her very existence is a mistake, and mistakes must be corrected, no matter how…harmless they may seem.”

“But…” Castio’s throat tightened.

“No buts!” Metatron’s tone suddenly turned stern, carrying an unyielding pressure. “You are doing this for a greater order, to prevent more tragedies. Take action! Now!”

Jane saw the struggle in Castio's eyes, as if she had grasped a glimmer of hope.

She no longer looked at the terrifying Metatron, but instead cast her pleading gaze at Castio, tears streaming down her face: "Please... My angel, I can leave, go far away, and never come back. I won't bother anyone... I just want to live..."

"I just want to live. I haven't hurt anyone. Is it wrong to just want to live?"

"My birth and bloodline were not something I could choose. Since God gave me life, why take it away?"

Her pleas cut like a dull knife into Castio's nerves.

He recalled his past mistakes, the chaos and death he had caused. Metatron's words echoed in his mind: the fate of the individual… must be weighed against the survival of the whole…

Is it to give up for personal weakness and pity, or to uphold the order and justice of Heaven?
The guilt and obsession with saving others clashed violently with the living, breathing pleas before him.

His breathing became heavy, and his palms, gripping the dagger, were covered in cold sweat.

Metatron lost his patience.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes, but without making any big moves, Jane's body suddenly stiffened as if bound by invisible chains!
Her mouth was open, but no sound came out; only a suffocating "hoarse" sound came from her throat. Her face was flushed red from pain and lack of oxygen, and the veins on her face were bulging.

She struggled desperately, but the invisible restraints tightened more and more.

The power possessed by the Nephilim was utterly insignificant in the face of this scribe.

“Castio!” Metatron hissed, no longer concealing the command in his voice. “Now! Pierce her neck, remove her heart. This is the requirement of the trial, your only way to prove yourself and save Heaven!”

"For heaven, for humanity, for the world!"

Looking at Jane's pained and contorted face, watching the last glimmer of light in her eyes quickly extinguish in despair, and listening to Metatron's roar, Castio felt a string in his mind snap.

It wasn't for the thrill of killing, nor for any evil purpose, but to... correct mistakes.

In order to prevent a greater disaster from happening in the future.

In order to atone for my sins!
He suddenly stood up, his movements stiff and unsteady due to the intense inner turmoil.

He walked around the table and stood in front of Jane, who was fixed in place by an invisible force and struggling in vain.

Jane looked up at him, her eyes blurred with tears. Her last plea had turned into utter despair, and there was a hint of disbelief...sadness.

It's as if it's asking: Why? What did I do wrong?
Castio avoided her gaze.

He raised his right hand, the antique dagger reflecting a cold gleam in the dim light of the restaurant.

His wrist trembled slightly, but he grabbed his right wrist with his other hand and forcibly steadied it.

“For…peace,” he whispered, unsure whether he was trying to persuade Jane or himself.

Without further hesitation, he used all his strength to plunge the dagger into Jian's slender neck!

"Pfft--!"

The sharp blade pierced through the milky white skin, easily inserting itself into a lily-shaped cake.

Blood flowed slowly down his neck, bright red and warm.
Jane's fresh body fragrance mingled with the stench of blood, like the final withering of a dying flower, a sight that was unbearable and heartbreaking!

In this quiet corner, the air felt exceptionally clear and sticky.

Not much blood splattered out; the dagger seemed to possess some kind of absorption or coagulation property.

Jane's body stiffened abruptly, and the last breath in her throat was completely cut off.

The light in her eyes vanished completely, her head drooped limply to one side, and only her body continued to twitch slightly and unconsciously. (End of Chapter)