In the Nightmare on Elm Street, Zhang Heng found what he had long lost… courage. He reclaimed the bravery he once possessed—the courage to take responsibility, to challenge, to atone. Only then did he dare to face the lover he had abandoned; only then did he dare to confront the blood and death before him. The definition of courage is not found in strength of power or the number of trump cards one holds, but in the composure shown when one is at their most dangerous and desperate. This is the essence of true bravery, echoing the saying, "Virtue is tested in adversity." Only one's reaction in moments of extreme danger and despair can truly be called courage… Northern China, 1940… Hell on Earth at that time… Zhang Heng was the only member of the Central Team sent into the Japanese occupied territories, and just one day and one night of witnessing there gave him a new understanding of courage. Courage, it seemed, was perfectly suited for such an age.

Zhang Heng had gone a full day and night without rest. Ever since he killed those dozens of Japanese soldiers last time, he had often sunk into a state of inexplicable contemplation. The dead of night was desolate, and even Ming Yanwei could hardly fight off sleep, dozing off briefly until a low sound startled her awake that morning.

Ming Yanwei slowly opened her eyes, rubbing her glasses. After a long moment, she realized she was leaning against Zhang Heng’s chest. The woman sprang violently away from him. At that moment, Zhang Heng was speaking while holding a piece of silver metal.

He couldn't prevent Ming Yanwei from jerking away until he spoke a few more words with the metal piece in hand, finally folding it up.

As Ming Yanwei sprang free, the chill in the surrounding air hit her within a second or two. The mornings here were biting cold. If Zhang Heng hadn’t held her and protected her with his body heat, given her physical conditioning, sleeping in such temperatures would have either meant never waking up or never falling asleep at all. Thus, after leaping from Zhang Heng’s embrace, Ming Yanwei began to tremble uncontrollably.

Zhang Heng suppressed the urge to pull the woman back to him, sighing softly. He reached into the spatial pouch Chu Xuan had given him and pulled out a piece of clothing.

He draped it over Ming Yanwei from behind. Uncharacteristically, she didn't offer a sharp retort or outright refuse, merely putting the garment on in silence. Then, a rare curiosity sparked, and she asked, "Who contacted you? What did they say?" Zhang Heng’s heart jolted. He quickly replied, "Wang Xia contacted me. Chu Xuan's plan has begun. From this moment, within twelve hours, I must completely rout or destroy a Japanese army, and its size must be at the division level or higher."

"Let's set that aside for a moment... Are you awake? If not, we should find a town or village for now. I was inconsiderate last night; your physical condition isn't the same as mine out here in the wilderness..." Ming Yanwei suddenly interrupted, "Do you know how many men were in a Japanese Imperial Army division during World War II? From what you just said, Wang Xia wants you to crush or wipe out a regular Japanese Division, not some garrisoned puppet troops, right?" Zhang Heng froze.

He hadn't expected Ming Yanwei to question his mission. Without hesitation, he stated, "Yes, that’s exactly what it means. And since it’s Chu Xuan’s plan, it must be executed flawlessly. I trust he has some further layout or scheme in mind..." Before Zhang Heng could finish, Ming Yanwei sneered, "You truly have no shame. Who do you think you are? A deity or a hero? A coward who was scared even to see blood is now openly declaring he will take on an entire Japanese division, and alone at that. Either you’ve gone mad, or the person who issued the order wants you dead. Hmph, only you would obey such an order."

Zhang Heng looked at the woman who was coldly smiling but refusing to meet his eyes. A smile spread across his face, and a warmth began to diffuse in his heart. He glanced at his watch; it was 8:45 AM. He then said, "So, before we start the mission or anything else, we should really talk..." Ming Yanwei scoffed, "Talk? What is there for us to talk about..." "No," Zhang Heng stated seriously, "It’s about the Reincarnation Squad..."

"Zheng Zha once mentioned that you died in the very first horror movie world you entered. So, you’re completely ignorant of the Reincarnation World, the 'Main God' Space, team combat, and all our various battles and adventures... There’s no time now to explain everything in detail, so I'll just give you the overview. First, they would never design a situation to send me to my death, because we are comrades who share life and death. We have fought side by side, despaired together, been angry together, and we have failed and died together... So I trust them, even if it costs my life, I will never have the slightest doubt about them!" As Zhang Heng spoke, his eyes met Ming Yanwei’s unflinchingly. In his gaze, she saw the truth: he wasn't lying. At least on this matter, he genuinely believed in his companions, to the point where he wouldn't hesitate even if fulfilling that belief meant forfeiting his life.

"Is that so?" Ming Yanwei wanted to make a sarcastic remark but found herself unable to mock it, or perhaps she was reluctant to shatter this display of masculine trust. After a long pause, she murmured, "That’s good then... You’ve found many good comrades in this world. But what does that have to do with you fulfilling this order? This mission is, after all, a suicide mission..." "It’s not," Zhang Heng shook his head. "It's precisely because we have experienced so many battles and adventures in this Reincarnation World that our strength has also been greatly enhanced. We no longer belong to the realm of ordinary people. Now... we are members of the Reincarnation Squad. We are destined to surpass the limits of ordinary human beings. We are destined to become stronger, stronger, and keep getting stronger... Otherwise, we won't survive. Do you understand?" Ming Yanwei was momentarily stunned. This version of Zhang Heng was someone she had never seen nor imagined, and strangely, this Zhang Heng made her feel a sense of safety deep down... It must be an illusion; it absolutely must be an illusion! "And then?" Ming Yanwei coldly laughed. "Even if your strength is immense, then what? What do you plan to do next?" "Then... of course, I complete the order. Rout or destroy a Japanese division!" Zhang Heng knew he was strong. Putting aside psychological factors, his strength placed him among the top five in the Central Team; given enough distance, he could even contend for the top three.

He always knew he was strong, but he lacked the mentality and psychological fortitude that a true powerhouse should possess. In contrast, his heart was still stuck in the mindset of a weakling, a coward, even the stage of a beast who abandoned his lover and fled. Thus, his strength was only superficial. One could say that if this weren't the case, he could have killed Zheng Zha back during the Final Destination II scenario. So, when Zhang Heng’s only weakness vanished... when his heart was no longer timid, when his spirit finally matched his powerful strength, to what level could his abilities ascend? Zhang Heng himself didn't know...

At 10:17 AM, relying on intelligence gathered from Wang Xia, Zhang Heng began his search operation for the Japanese army. Thanks to the excellent mobility of the Green Goblin Glider, he located the troops in a very short time. This unit was advancing toward the front lines, well-equipped. While it was disheartening to admit, in Asia during WWII, this unit truly represented the strongest force on the continent at that time.

Zhang Heng watched the formation silently from the sky, and even he felt a prickle of unease. It wasn't that he was afraid of fighting these Japanese soldiers; even without Chu Xuan's order, witnessing the atrocities in the North had made him long to fight them. The apprehension stemmed from the sheer, overwhelming numbers. Ten thousand men standing together—if viewed from the ground, the line seemed endless. A full Japanese field division numbered over twenty thousand. Seen from above, it was a dense, undulating mass of humanity. Visually, it was profoundly shocking. That was exactly how Zhang Heng felt. The thought that all these people might die by his hand, even with his heart now forged like iron, couldn't stop a silent, heavy sigh.

"Ming Yanwei... I really shouldn't have brought you. Couldn't you have stayed in that village?" Zhang Heng sighed, asking the woman strapped tightly to his back. Both stood on the Green Goblin Glider. During the ensuing battle, Zhang Heng would need to pilot the glider in rapid maneuvers, something Ming Yanwei’s reaction time absolutely wouldn't allow her to maintain balance for. Thus, this was the only way for her to remain securely positioned on the board.

Ming Yanwei snorted dismissively. "Who knows if you were telling the truth before? I need to see you run away when facing a powerful enemy, hmph hmph..." Zhang Heng sighed again, helpless, before focusing his attention entirely on the countless Japanese soldiers below. The two Dragon Crystal Necklaces were already worn by both of them, his Energy Stones were fully prepared, and the silver metal bow was drawn in his hand. At this moment, he was ready for an all-out battle... "Begin!" Zhang Heng roared. He fitted an Energy Stone onto the silver metal bow and drew the string. Instantly, a fierce silver light erupted from the bowstring. As Zhang Heng released his finger, the silver light fractured into countless beams that shot out. Viewed from the ground looking up, it was as if a pair of enormous silver wings had unfurled across the sky, with Zhang Heng standing precisely at the center of those wings... (I write the book, you read the book; isn't that good enough? Although updates are a bit slow currently, I will gradually regain my momentum and speed up. Thank you all. While it is quiet now, I prefer this quiet solitude over being loudly berated, even if some malicious curses and sarcasm still exist in this quiet. I will simply ignore them and focus on writing. To the friends who have always supported and believed in me, I promise that after this period of downturn, I will give you a satisfactory response. Furthermore, Infinite Horror is far from its end. I will not let the writing degrade or end prematurely; I will bring this book to a perfect conclusion. Thank you all!)