Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The whole family looked at the gift box with warm smiles, and Spencer could feel that there seemed to be something he wanted in it.

The little girl in a pink skirt beside him said excitedly, "Daddy, can I open it?"

"Why don't you guess it? If you guess right, I'll let you open it!" The milkman showed a gentle smile on his face.

"Is this what Daddy has always wanted?"

"Yes, you are a smart little guy, Mr. Spencer, if you don't mind, open it and take a look yourself!"

Spencer suddenly felt curious and frightened. He hesitated for a moment, but couldn't resist his curiosity and opened the box.

Huh~!

He was relieved.

Because there was a baby's pacifier-style teether inside, it made him feel inexplicably lost, but also a lot more relaxed.

He picked it up and stuffed it into the baby's mouth.

Looking at the baby in his wife's arms, Spencer smiled. He felt a sense of belonging and responsibility.

Perhaps his existence is to nurture the growth of this baby. Oh, and there is also a daughter beside him.

This is the meaning of his existence.

"What a cute baby!" Spencer reached out and pinched the child's cute face.

"No, let me remind you, Mr. Spencer, what you are touching is not a baby, it is far from a baby!" corrected the milkman.

Spencer was amused by the crazy words and said speechlessly: "If this is not a baby, then what is it?"

"A damn cat?"

"Perhaps you can touch it carefully and feel it with your heart!" The milkman put away the smile on his face and looked at the baby who was still being pinched by Spencer. "You should understand it carefully, so that you can perfectly nurture its growth."

Feel it with your heart?
Hearing this, Spencer slowly closed his eyes, his hands stroking the baby in his wife's arms.

His palm accidentally touched his wife's arm.

For some reason, the skin on my wife's arms seemed to become rough, stiff, and cold.

But he no longer cared about that and instead caressed his baby.

The cute face is so angular and filled with a comfortable cold warmth. How can it be so cute?

The constantly twisting structure is just like a natural Parisian dancer. Perhaps it should develop in the direction of dance in the future.

Spencer felt an unprecedented peace. This is my child, my child!

what?
Spencer opened his eyes suddenly, and when he came to his senses, this feeling was not right at all. How could that touch be that of a baby?

When he looked into his wife's arms, he found that it was actually a puzzle box, a box of mourning.

This Lemachand device from hell is now fully open.

The wife holding the baby in front of him has turned into a man, his own body.

The curser had a pale face and a head full of checkered scars. Except for the lack of iron nails, he looked exactly like the nail head of the high priest of hell.

He touched his face again.

The short hair, beard and thin cheeks were exactly what he looked like when he joined the expeditionary force.

"Leviathan!" He was instantly furious.

He finally realized that he had been fooled. The baby he needed to raise was actually a mourning box, a portal to hell, and the so-called "pain".

Isn't this equivalent to working for Leviathan, as if everything has returned to the way it was before.

And he did it willingly!

At the moment he woke up, everything around him faded away, darkness gradually covered the room, turning all kinds of furniture, electrical appliances, etc. into a cold secret room.

Only his own body in front of him and the opened mourning box remained.

Spencer saw his current state.

He was kneeling on the ground, with black iron chains with blue lightning on both sides of his face, shoulders, collarbones, and limbs. This was the power of Leviathan hidden in his memory.

"Ah--!" Spencer yelled.

It hurts! It hurts so much!

With the blessing of Leviathan's power, this is simply experiencing the most extreme "painful" quality in oneself.

The pain created by living humans, countless cursers, and the empathy of the monks of hell were all gathered to the prismatic body of hell, to Leviathan, and formed into an ocean of pain.

At this moment, Spencer was immersed in this ocean of pain, like a corpse immersed in formalin.

Every inch of my soul seemed to have been ravaged thousands of times.

This is Leviathan trying to make him surrender.

"Ah~! Pain, I seek release, come on Leviathan, I will show you my torture, keep giving it to me, I swear on my soul!"

Spencer's body was torn apart from the bones, but he was still screaming.

At this time in the labyrinth of hell, many hell monks were observing the torture Spencer was suffering through the reflection of reality by the Leviathan prism.

"He's so confident in his ability to endure pain, but I don't think he's strong enough to recover from the torture!"

"Indeed, he is so fragile that the chains can easily penetrate him!"

"When he falls into hell again, I will completely crush his glib words and make him swallow them back mouthful by mouthful."

The monks of Hell were talking about it. They felt that Spencer could not bear it for much longer. Only they understood how unbearable the pain was.

"Ah! I will show you, show you everything. There is no trace of pain in my soul!"

"Come on, give me more pain! Grow my qualities and I will replace you! Damn old man!"

Spencer supported his broken body and continued to roar without any remorse.

He was looking directly into the most intense pain in the world.

At this time, a man in a white work uniform appeared next to Spencer, who was chained and kneeling on the ground.

It was the milkman of his dreams.

"Thoughts are like a computer. Only illogical thoughts will be corrupted."

"Do you really think that there is no flaw in your suffering?"

"Or do you think that the dream you experienced was just a simple dream?"

"Priscilla Spencer was never a fictional person. She was born in 1946. Her father was Elliot Spencer."

"As for his wife, her name is also Elliot Spencer!"

"Yes, she is your child, a child from your soul and body, Spencer. Let me fill in the last link for you!"

After the milkman finished speaking, he hooked a chain on Spencer's forehead, and a black substance flowed into his skull.

Spencer finally realized his dream!

The dream is real.

When he was being transformed into a high priest, his soul left his body. Leviathan then transformed his body into a female's, allowing it to combine with his soul and give birth to a child!
A deformed child who does not conform to human ethics!
Spencer felt a strong sense of nausea when he thought about the process of kissing his own body with his tongue.

He never knew that stabbing himself could be such a disgusting thing.

Although the pain was mild, it couldn't make him feel relieved!

This was a pain he could not digest.

What's even more disgusting is that he has a child, a little girl.

Then he opened the box of mourning in front of the child, allowing the girl to see the darkness from hell.

So the child inevitably fell.

The corruption of his own flesh and blood, caused by his own hands, this kind of pain (end of this chapter)