Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

He punched that melting face, smashing it into a puddle of mud. The mud lay on the ground, still wriggling, still making that sound.

"Dad, you hit me..."

He threw another punch.

Another punch.

Another punch.

He didn't know how many punches he threw, he only knew that the lump of mud finally stopped moving, stopped making a sound, and stopped calling him "Dad".

He looked down at his hands.

My hands are shaking.

It was covered in blood, blood from the muddy puddle and blood from his own fingernails piercing his palm.

He knelt on the ground.

The cubicle was lit up again with pure white light.

Elena was still standing in front of that door.

Her son was still in front of her, his sunken face from hunger still staring at her.

"Mom, why didn't you come to see me?"

Her hand holding the silver sword was trembling.

She knew she had to cut him off.

As long as you cut down, you'll win.

But she couldn't lift the sword; it was her son, the son she had carried for ten months.

She watched him learn to walk, learn to talk, and learn to call her "Mom".

She watched him go to school with his backpack for the first time, watched him get his parents called in for the first time because of a fight, watched him fall in love for the first time, and watched him say to her for the first time, "Mom, I want to walk my own path."

How could she possibly cut it?
"mom."

The son called out again.

Something was going out in those sunken eyes.

"Mom, I don't blame you."

She looked up.

"I know you can't come. It's so far, there are so many angels, it's so chaotic, how could you possibly get here?"

He smiled, the smile he had when he was seventeen, the one that gave him a dimple on his right side.

Elena swung her knife, a flash of white light passing by.

His body began to fade, and then he disappeared, and the pure white light in the cubicle returned.

Elena knelt on the ground, the silver sword lying beside her.

she cried.

I cried for the first time in seventy years.

Kyle stared at the figure in silence for a long time.

"I don't know," he finally said.

The figure did not speak.

"I don't know if you've ever killed anyone, I don't know if you're still alive, and I don't know if you saved me out of kindness or just because it was convenient."

"But I know one thing."

He gripped the knife tightly.

“When you saved me, you didn’t hesitate. When I was taken away by the Witcher, I didn’t resist. The way you looked at me was the same way my father looked at me before he died.”

The figure's face suddenly became clear.

That tired face, tinged with a hint of melancholy.

“When my dad died, he looked at me like that and said, ‘Live well.’”

Kyle took a step forward.

"So I believe you."

He swung his sword, but not at the figure.

It was a slash aimed at the blurry gray fog that had trapped him.

Where the blade sliced ​​through, the gray mist split open, and pure white light shone through the opening.

The figure looked at him and smiled.

"Alive".

Then he vanished, and Kyle stepped out of the crack and stood in the pure white cubicle.

Michelle looked at her seventeen-year-old self, at that face without scars.

“I took this knife,” she said, “so that they would die a worthwhile death.”

Seventeen-year-old Michelle didn't say anything.

"Nineteen people. I remember every name and every way they died."

"They are dead, but I am still alive."

“I can’t let them die in vain.” She raised her knife.

"I want to get out of here alive. I want to become a Demon Hunter and kill all those things." "Not to prove myself."

"It's for them."

The knife fell.

Seventeen-year-old Michelle was devastated.

The cubicle was lit up again with pure white light.

In the end, sixty people walked out of the mind magic circle, while the remaining forty people remained inside forever.

Wu Heng stood in front of the monitor screen, looking at the forty names that had been erased. Behind each name was a brief silence.

“Forty people,” Renault said from the side, “died from their own inner demons.”

“He died by himself,” Wu Heng corrected.

He turned off the screen and turned to walk into the next room.

"Prepare for the fourth round of trials in the Dead Zone."

Core Trial Platform of the Myriad Calamities Zone.

This is a circular platform with a diameter of fifty meters, suspended in the void. The surface of the platform is covered with complex incantations, and pale golden light flows between the incantations.

Sixty transparent energy chambers floated above the platform, filled with a pale blue liquid—a mixture of angelic energy dissipation and core evolution potion.

Sixty survivors stood at the edge of the platform, looking at the energy pods.

No one speaks.

Nobody knows what will happen next.

Wu Heng's voice came from the void:
"The fourth trial: Energy Fusion."

"The energy chamber in front of you contains the most concentrated angel energy currently available in the guild. After it is injected into your body, you will experience unimaginable pain, with your bones shattering, your meridians breaking, and your internal organs being burned by the energy. The whole process will continue indefinitely."

"Those who can survive to the last ten will gain power comparable to that of an angel lord; those who cannot will be burst by the energy and turn to ashes."

"Now, make your choice."

The sixty people remained silent for three seconds.

Then the first person entered the energy chamber.

The second person, the third person, the fourth person...

Isaac stepped into the energy chamber.

The hatch closed behind him, and a pale blue liquid began to be injected, starting from his feet and slowly spreading upwards. It was very cool, as cool as ice water.

Then the liquid touched the wound on his left hand.

It's not just pain.

There's also burning.

It's like someone sticking a red-hot iron rod into a blood vessel, burning it all the way up to the shoulder, the chest, and the heart.

He wanted to shout.

But the liquid had already overflowed his mouth.

He tried to struggle.

But he couldn't move his body; he could only feel those iron rods piercing into every wound, every blood vessel, and every nerve in his body, one by one.

His vision began to darken; energy was burning his eyeballs.

He could feel his eyeballs swelling, melting, and reorganizing.

Then a muffled thud came from outside the energy cabin.

It wasn't his cabin, it was the one next to his.

After the muffled thud, a layer of blood and flesh splattered on the inside of the cabin wall, red and white, still steaming.

That person exploded.

Isaac closed his eyes.

Can not watch.

I can't think about it.

We can only endure it.

Elena stood inside the energy pod, feeling as if she were being disassembled and reassembled.

She could hear the sound of bones shattering into powder, the sound of meridians tearing apart, and the sizzling sound of her internal organs being burned by energy.

She opened her mouth to shout, but no sound came out.

The liquid blocked her throat, blocked her lungs, blocked her last bit of strength to struggle.

She thought of her son's sunken face.

I remembered him saying, "Save me."

She cannot die yet.

She wanted to get out of there alive, find him, and tell him in person, "Mom's here."

Another muffled thud came from next door, yet another one.

Inside the energy pod, Michelle felt herself being kneaded into a ball. (End of Chapter)