Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The memories in Spencer's mind slowly unfolded like a scroll. It was not until this time that he discovered that there was a very strange place in his memory corridor.

He looked at it and found nothing.

Only after the painful qualities were brushed across the contradictory area, the clouds and fog immediately cleared, and a hidden power belonging to Leviathan was sensed and swept away.

Spencer saw the incompleteness of his mind.

He did lose a piece of his memory, but that piece did not belong to "pain", but to the only warmth!
"my wife!"

Spencer frowned, even though he saw the missing parts of his memory, he still subconsciously believed that he didn't have a wife at all.

But that 'missing' still kept telling him that that was a person who was very important to him.

Father, mother?
No!

Who is it?

When Spencer was feeling annoyed, Harry Daemo on the ground looked at the attack from the sky that had stopped, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing that I won’t be killed by anyone anymore.

Without waiting for Spencer to continue questioning, he stretched out his hand, and a ball of memories emerged in his palm.

"Spencer, this is the most precious skill you are missing, but it contains the pain of Leviathan. Do you dare to integrate it?"

As Harry Daimo spoke, the memory rose up, was caught by the dark blue energy in the air, and rose out of the atmosphere.

"Spencer, our Lord, do not believe the sweet words of your enemies, crush them."

"These hell monks are full of conspiracies and tricks, and they are full of means to play with people's hearts. Don't follow their words."

The cursers who were wreaking havoc everywhere saw what Harrydamo was doing, and they all looked up and shouted, trying to dissuade Spencer.

Outside the atmosphere.

Spencer looked at the memory ball floating in front of him. He could see the "pain" of Leviathan contained in it, and also heard the call of the cursers.

But that feeling of loss and that unspeakable reluctance were lingering in his heart.

This feeling even gradually began to reduce the pain.

It seems that its value is far greater than the pain that is about to be endured!

"Pain, I crave pain!"

"Come, let the pain forge my characteristics, I will be in pain forever!" He finally ignored the shouts of the cursers and made his choice.

The ball of memories in front of him flew into his mind.

Scenes unfolded in his mind, and those memories and pains came into conflict, instantly causing many questions to arise in his mind.

“Have I ever really been happy?”

"Where does the hatred in my heart come from?"

“Do I really enjoy pain, welcome suffering?”

He saw the war, saw himself surrounded by enemies with muskets, and saw his wife and the child in her arms.

"Disgusting and lowly pig, the temptation in your heart makes you suffer, right? You are just a bastard, you will never have another child, do you understand, Spencer?"

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead, bang, the gun went off!

With his mind racing, Spencer suddenly woke up from the bed and found himself lying at home while his wife was preparing breakfast.

"Oh, honey, I just had a nightmare. We were all killed. I was scared to death." Spencer said habitually to his naked wife who was baking bread.

"Oh my God, was I just in your nightmare?" the wife said in shock.

"Fortunately, it's just a nightmare!" "Really? Then can you feel my presence?"

The wife put down the bread, stretched out her hand in front of Spencer, shook it, and then without waiting for his answer, she turned around and picked up the little girl in the stroller.

While feeding her child breast milk, she casually asked, "Thinking back then, your life without chains and hooks must have been extremely boring, right?"

"what?"

Hearing this, Spencer suspected that he had heard it wrongly.

Just at this time,
The door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a tall, thin black shadow stood at the door.

It turned out to be a staircase, and his bedroom seemed to be in the basement.

The shadow stood high up on the steps and said to him, "Elliot, Elliot, it's time for breakfast!"

The black shadow was a bald man with spikes all over his head, and his face could not be seen clearly. This made Spencer a little confused. Wasn't he right here? Then who was the black shadow at the door?

"What the hell is this place?"

The figure of his wife holding their daughter appeared from behind the black shadow high up on the stairs and asked the black shadow in confusion.

When did she go outside?
Spencer became even more confused. He felt like he was trapped in a strange memory and even wondered if he was still in a nightmare and was not awake.

"Daddy!"

Just when Spencer was full of doubts, a crisp voice came from the bedroom next to him.

A little girl, about seven or eight years old, appeared with bangs, a pink bow and pink clothes.

She sat down at the dining table.

Spencer looked back again and found that the bedroom was just a wall and there was no door at all.

His wife was still in the kitchen preparing breakfast, and the sound of washing dishes was so clear.

This is life!
Spencer put on his clothes and walked out of the bedroom, and the little girl’s voice came again: “Mommy, why is Daddy wearing your underwear!”

Spencer lowered his head when he heard this. He was actually wearing a set of women's underwear. He felt very conflicted, as if something was wrong, but he subconsciously asked his wife: "How do I look?"

He put his hands on his hips and twisted.

“It’s a feast for the eyes!”

The wife put down the plate, walked up to him, hugged his waist, and became intimate with him.

Ding Dong, the doorbell rang.

When Spencer opened the door, he saw a milkman holding a gift in his hand.

"Mr. Spencer, little friend, and our little birthday boy, it's great to see you again!"

He looked behind Spencer, and Spencer turned around and saw that his wife was holding another baby in her arms, and the little girl who called him "Dad" was still beside her.

The little girl is here, so whose child is that in my wife’s arms?

Spencer felt confused and his head felt like it was turning into a paste. What was going on?
Didn’t the child in his wife’s arms grow up and become the little girl she is now?

"Do you mind if I sit down? I brought a present for the little birthday boy!" The milkman showed the gift in his hand.

"Of course, you're most welcome," Spencer said.

The milkman came to Spencer's wife, reached out to the baby in her arms, and took it away.

'The little guy is so healthy. Oh, I almost forgot. This is my gift. Happy birthday!'

He handed the fist-sized gift box to the little guy. (End of this chapter)