Endless Reincarnation

"I trekked ten thousand kilometers. I paid any price!"

"Just tell me, what does this mean!"

After seeing the black pattern, Little Fatty began searching everywhere for its origin.

At last, he found the answer from a Witch.

The Witch had a bizarre face. One eyeball was normal, while the other had turned white.

She let out a sinister laugh, her teeth black:

"This is the mark of Ginosaki—the curse! Nothing can stop Ginosaki..."

...Ginosaki would never stop either...

...until you... died!"

The Witch's face, coupled with the eerie music, gave off a cold, damp feeling.

The scene rapidly shifted.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Little Fatty rapidly pulled the trigger of his handgun, pouring bullets into the Man in Black.

The Man in Black fell in response, but Little Fatty was still not satisfied. He stepped forward and angrily fired several more shots.

The next second, the Man in Black reached out and grabbed Little Fatty's arm.

Little Fatty's eyes widened in terror.

"Drive out the demon and protect all living things!

It will follow you to the ends of the earth!"

The Witch's words came true. Little Fatty ran from the desert to the jungle, then onto deserted highways.

He drove a car straight into the Man in Black, yet the Man in Black was completely unharmed.

Not only that, the Man in Black even clung to the windshield, trying to strike Little Fatty through the glass.

Whenever Little Fatty appeared somewhere, the Man in Black would always arrive as promised.

Mount Rushmore, jungles, libraries, corridors, outside convenience stores, beside skyscrapers, rocks above waterfalls,

the White House, the Banks of the Seine, the French Museum.

From sunrise to sunset, from riverbanks to the Himalayas.

Ice crusted Little Fatty's beard, and white vapor spilled from his breath, yet he still had to endure the spoon's blows.

From the seabed to crashing waves along the shore, from beaches to cities, from the Potala Palace to the Mississippi.

The places Little Fatty fled through could easily fill a global travel guide.

"That spoon swung cruelly up and down, while souls flew everywhere in rage."

The camera shifted between Little Fatty's face, twisted in pain, and the Man in Black's furious, ferocious pale face.

"It struck, bounced back, then struck again, until his head blossomed!"

The image shifted into black and white.

The fat man was showering in a bathroom. The Man in Black swung his spoon, each blow carrying irresistible force, while the shrill, piercing score assaulted the ears.

The image froze on the bathroom's white tiles. Little Fatty's hand was pressed tightly against them, its back facing the camera.

At the center of the screen was Little Fatty's left hand pressed against the tiles, symbolizing his final struggle.

Yet the Man in Black's spoon still landed squarely on the back of Little Fatty's hand.

With every strike, the back of Little Fatty's hand sank a little lower.

In the next scene, the style suddenly changed.

Little Fatty had grown a full beard, and his eyes were filled with determination.

He held a crude circular saw and cranked its power to the maximum.

Little Fatty stared at the killer, wanting to tear him to pieces with his gaze.

The two stood five or six meters apart, looking exactly like warriors facing off in a sword-and-spear film.

The killer lightly tossed the spoon in his hand toward Little Fatty.

Little Fatty swung the circular saw, trying to cut through the spoon. But his hand slipped, and the saw fell.

It landed right between Little Fatty's legs.

Wang Dong grimaced at the screen and clamped his legs together.

Blood splattered between Little Fatty's feet.

In the ICU emergency room, an ECG machine recorded Little Fatty's heartbeat.

Little Fatty's face, fitted with a feeding tube, was soaked with tears.

Like a relentless caregiver, the Man in Black kept striking him with the spoon.

The screen faded to black.

The score turned grand and impassioned.

Dozens of highly destructive firearms lay on a tablecloth.

A brand-new Little Fatty, a reborn Little Fatty, had flames of vengeance flickering in his eyes.

AK in his left hand and M4A1 in his right, Little Fatty moved through the city in search of the Man in Black.

Though his face was pale and his steps somewhat unsteady, every place Little Fatty stepped now seemed to become his home ground.

On roads, beneath mountains, and through jungles, he was no longer that fat man driven into panicked disarray by pursuit.

Now, Little Fatty was a warrior!

Little Fatty carried all sorts of firearms on his back as he scanned his surroundings. The Man in Black burst from the jungle and struck Little Fatty's shoulder.

Little Fatty aimed his gun at the Man in Black. The scorching barrel poured out bullets, and the Man in Black's body briefly twitched.

Under the overwhelming barrage, the Man in Black stretched out his arm, and the spoon barely grazed Little Fatty's skin.

On a canyon ridge, Little Fatty set up a Rocket Launcher.

He aimed at the Man in Black on the other side and fired!

Boom!

The shell shot forth!

A huge crater was blasted where the Man in Black stood, and the cloud of smoke kicked up by the blast rose three or four meters high.

In the wasteland.

Little Fatty used all his strength to press down on a detonator half his size.

Rumble, rumble.

Flames shot into the sky.

It was as if a meteor shower had fallen upon the wasteland.

But the Man in Black walked out of the flames without a scratch.

A small part of his cloak was still burning, but it quickly went out.

Terror flickered in Little Fatty's eyes.

Then, Little Fatty climbed onto a tank.

Unfortunately, before he could climb inside, the Man in Black's spoon had already struck his leg.

Little Fatty fell to the ground.

The two returned to their familiar pattern of chase and flight.

On the deserted highway, Little Fatty limped away for his life beneath the Man in Black's swinging spoon.

At the deepest end of the deserted highway was a patch of thorns.

Exhausted, Little Fatty could only crawl along the ground on hands and knees.

With the bearing of a victor, the Man in Black looked down at Little Fatty. From time to time, he half-crouched and savagely struck Little Fatty's back with the spoon.

Little Fatty gave up resisting as well. He rolled onto his back and looked at the Spoon Killer Demon striking down at him.

Little Fatty was now a bloody mess, and his clothes had long been riddled with holes.

Even a corpse probably would not have looked as miserable as he did.

The blood-red setting sun outlined the killer's figure in an apocalyptic scene.

Even though the Spoon Killer Demon's posture was so strange.

Like a right-handed man throwing a stone with his left hand.

The spoon continued to swing.

Wind howled past his ears.

Before the screen, Wang Dong gently wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

They were tears of excitement and happiness.

He had not seen such a satisfying horror film in a long time.

It was probably about to end.

He was actually a little reluctant for it to be over.

The next second, the spoon struck Little Fatty's chest.

The Spoon Killer Demon raised his arm and delivered another blow.

This time, the spoon gave an extremely faint cracking sound.

The spoon that had accompanied the killer and Little Fatty over mountains and rivers for years finally snapped into two pieces.

For the first time, surprise appeared in the Man in Black's eyes.

And that strike without a spoon seemed to give Little Fatty CPR.

Life returned to Little Fatty's eyes, which had been devoid of all will to live.

The next second, the Man in Black opened the cloak he had never opened before, revealing the densely packed spoons hanging across his chest.

He casually took one out.

He gripped it tightly and, beneath Little Fatty's horrified gaze, struck!

The main feature of Spoon Killer Demon had ended.

The credits had begun to roll.

Wang Dong usually closed the video by this point.

But this time was different. He desperately wanted to know who had made such an unconventional horror film.

The actor playing Little Fatty was named Liu Jiayun.

Quite a complicated name.

The guy playing the Spoon Killer Demon was named Ren Hang.

Little Fatty's girlfriend was named Gu Xue.

Only after waiting for the cast list to end did Wang Dong see the director's name.

Lin Chuan.

A pretty easy name to remember.

The end credits were still scrolling, followed by the list of behind-the-scenes crew.

Wang Dong was somewhat stunned.

Fuck, the screenwriter, set assistant, editor, cinematographer, makeup artist, prop master, and narrator voice actor.

Other than the special effects, which were done by some guy named Liu Something, Lin Chuan had done everything else.

That was way too versatile!

After hitting like, coin, and favorite in one go.

Still wanting more, Wang Dong opened the comments section and posted:

"Honestly, this is the most subversive horror movie I've ever watched. It's not an ordinary horror movie. It's the really special kind..."

After posting his comment, Wang Dong shared Spoon Killer Demon with his other friends.

After thinking it over, he still felt that was not enough, so he shared Spoon Killer Demon on Weibo too.

Wang Dong was a photography and travel blogger who often shared photos on Weibo that made people drool.

He had quite a few followers too.

After sharing it, Wang Dong finally regained his appetite, feeling that he had done a great deed.

He was just about to pick up a spoon and dig into several big bites of watermelon.

But as he looked at the spoon, he suddenly felt that something was off.

He kept feeling a chill down his back.

After thinking it over, Wang Dong decisively hid the spoon in a drawer, went to the kitchen for a cleaver, and cut the watermelon into chunks.

What normal person used a spoon to scoop out watermelon?

Watermelon had to be eaten straight from the rind!

There were many viewers like Wang Dong. As the number of online viewers and shares continued to rise.

The popularity of Spoon Killer Demon continued to climb as well!