Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Martin clasped his hands together and rubbed them together, like a boxer warming up before a punch.

Then he took two steps back and raised his right hand.

"This is my first time using this power. I wonder how powerful it is?"

"Besides, I'm also quite curious about what's outside."

As Martin spoke, his hands transformed into black curved sharp blades, from which emerged chewing and sucking mouthparts similar to those of a bee.

But this mouthpart is black and looks like flesh or metal.

Its tip constantly emits illusory waves, sometimes false, sometimes seemingly real.

"Since my palms have endured the pain you brought me, then I am qualified to break you!"

Martin's voice overlapped, as if three people were speaking at the same time.

As he spoke, he took a step forward, leaving a double image in the white room, and then his right hand with the curved sharp blade of the mouthparts stabbed into the white wall.

Kechi——!

There was a sound like cloth being torn, and a feeling of weightlessness in the arm. A hole was torn in the wall, and Martin's hand passed through.

He pulled his hand back and couldn't help but say, "If I had this ability before, how could I have been locked in the room and almost killed myself?"

After saying this, he laughed to himself. This is impossible.

Martin tilted his head slightly and looked outside along the hole made by his arm.

I found it was a corridor, a pale white corridor with no doors, no windows, no ventilation ducts, just a white corridor.

And his room was on one side of the corridor.

More importantly, Martin discovered that the torn hole in the wall was repairing itself, and the dazzling white beam of light that was concentrated on the head of the bed in the room was also spreading in an umbrella shape.

"I can't wait any longer. Let's go out and take a look."

Martin tried again to widen the torn hole, which was much easier than making a cut.

There is a reason why everything is difficult at the beginning!

"Damn, this gives me the feeling of a Caesarian section, so disgusting!" Martin crawled out of the torn wall with nausea.

White!
It's still pale!
What Martin saw was a long corridor like an air-raid shelter, with pale walls all around, and the floor and ceiling were the same white.

At a glance, the corridor seems to have no end as far as the eye can see.

"What on earth is this place?" Martin's heart was full of doubts.

He knew that he had to clarify these doubts, whether for the sake of surviving here or to give an explanation to the big boss if he could really escape.

Otherwise, I walked around and got no information at all.

Who knows whether that unknown mysterious boss will tear him to pieces.

Martin looked back and forth and found that the torn wall had recovered halfway. It seemed that the larger the wound, the faster it recovered.

He couldn't even tell now whether the room he came out of was on the left or right side of the corridor?
Which side of the corridor is the entrance?
Martin didn't dare to walk around blindly before he figured out the direction.

After thinking for a while, he looked at the place where the house had been restored to its original state after being torn apart.

puff!
The hand-bladed mouthparts tore the wall in front of it again.

He saw the white bed inside. It was empty, and even the beam of light had returned to its condensed state.

“It doesn’t seem that intelligent, it’s more like a fixed pattern!”

Martin looked at the empty bed in front of him and analyzed it in his mind.

That is to say, after he came out, the things in the house did not change. Martin then thought that it was impossible for him to be the only room in such a long corridor. This was too abrupt!
Thinking of this, he looked three meters away from him.

If we infer from the distance between the walls that there really are other rooms, then there should be another room there, but we don’t know what is in it!
Is it another soul like him?

Just do it!

Martin took five steps to the side and came to the wall. He first used his demonic strength and tried to push it.

It was indeed soft and sunken.

It was expected, nothing too surprising.

This softness is actually because this material has extremely strong toughness. It only appears soft when it is compared to the demon-level power that is enough to shake it.

For ordinary people, it is a metal that is ten times harder than steel!

Stab it!

Another tear, and this time Martin only made a small hole the size of a quail egg.

Then he looked inside cautiously.

The same pale room, the same bed, the same beam of light, but the person lying on the bed was not a human.

This is a humanoid woman who is completely gray, has a head like a plesiosaur, and a neck about five times that of a normal person. She looks like a humanoid giraffe.

The reason why she is called a female is because her chest is high, like two tall peaks.

She was wrapped in a golden sheet-like dress, just like the style of women in Indonesia, except that it didn't cover her strange head.

"Sometimes I really suspect that I am high and the symptoms have not gone away!" Martin shook his head and said self-deprecatingly.

In fact, every time he felt high and had hallucinations, it was real.

Whether it was when he was trapped in the sealed area in the plot and thought he was being controlled by someone, or when he saw the bloody demon in the real world this time.

He himself understands this.

Martin bent his arm to form a blade, extended his mouthparts, and aimed them at the hole that had been torn open and then half closed.

bass!
The hole was enlarged twice, and the mouthparts like steel needles continued to extend, spitting out a distance of nearly 4 meters and hitting the arm of the humanoid woman on the white bed.

The mouthparts needle pierced in without encountering any obstruction.

"Fortunately, her soul strength is estimated to be only one-tenth of mine. Even if she is awakened, there will be no danger." Martin breathed a sigh of relief.

He retracted the mouthparts in his blade from inside the house, raised his right hand again, and swung it down towards the tear in the wall.

Step into the white room.

The humanoid woman on the bed was still lying quietly. This was her soul state, just like Martin.

It seems that the souls in this place will maintain the state they were in before they were sucked in, and in the subconscious of the soul, they will wear the clothes they wore before they were alive.

Martin stood at the woman's feet and used his blade to lift the yellow cloth wrapped around the woman, revealing her feet.

It does not have two legs like humans, but a thick tail similar to that of a lizard, but with two feet that only have calves below.

The feet are a healthy wheat color, like a little girl's feet.

This made Martin unable to tell for a moment whether this guy was walking on his tail like a snake or on his feet.

Martin thoroughly examined the soul of this humanoid woman.
He wanted to eliminate the danger of this guy again.

Only a strange head was left, but its head was covered by a beam of light and he did not dare to touch it.

"I hope I can get some useful information from her!" (End of this chapter)