Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 105 We Have a Traitor Among Us

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 We Have a Traitor Among Us

"Tsk, so there are still remnants of those ghosts’ consciousness inside the Glass Beads; no wonder such a situation has arisen."

It was only after Wen Wen saw the ghost with white fatty stripes on its face among the many ghosts that he confirmed the situation.

The residual consciousness of those ghosts was not willing to be devoured by Qin Shuang just like that, thus they were fiercely resisting.

Although Qin Shuang was much more powerful than any ghost here, he could not withstand the sheer number of ghosts, so he had temporarily lost control of his ghostly body.

After the giant body writhed for a while, it reluctantly formed a stable shape.

The upper part was covered with densely packed arms and heads, while the lower part was like a brush of numerous thighs.

The dozens of heads and faces uniformly turned to look at Wen Wen, recognizing that it was he who had put them in this wretched state.

So, they let out uniform wails, emitting the piercing shrieks of the undead, filled with immense resentment; their mournful wails passed through the bars, making Hu Youling cover her ears and squat on the ground.

Xu Hai, who had only woken up a few days ago and hadn’t fully grasped the situation of the Sanctuary, passed out with blood flowing from his ears and nose after hearing this sound.

Among all the monsters, he was inherently the weakest, so he couldn’t withstand the impact of the sound.

Wen Wen’s face darkened, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a barrier rose, isolating the ghosts’ voices within the cell, preventing them from spreading outside.

When monsters are contained in the Sanctuary, the cells are equipped with comprehensive settings to prevent the creatures from affecting the outside with their powers.

But such settings are hard to deal with sudden situations like today, so monsters with certain levels of power are transferred to cells on a lower level to prevent accidents.

"In prison, one must behave, or else there will be suffering," Wen Wen said as he looked at the ghastly conglomeration of ghosts and let out a light snort, extending his hand toward it.

The ghosts, which were wreaking havoc, were directly restrained in the middle of the cell, their bodies squeezed by an invisible force; finally, the squeeze exceeded the limit the body could bear, and the giant body exploded.

Countless limbs smeared a layer all over the cell, incredibly disgusting.

Qin Shuang kneeled amidst the flesh and blood, eyes tightly shut.

The scattered flesh and limbs slowly wriggled back around him, forming a crimson meatball.

It was like a cocoon.

"This should be fine now," Wen Wen murmured to himself. Under the status of Catastrophe Prison Warden, he could do many things; thus, although he had been ruthless just now, he had still exercised restraint.

He had crushed the consciousness of the other ghosts but hadn’t harmed the essence of Qin Shuang.

When Qin Shuang emerged from this cocoon, he should no longer be suitable for staying in the cell of the Disaster Area.

The scene that had just unfolded sent chills down the spines of the other monsters. When had this pervert’s strength inflated to such an extent?

It wasn’t just a simple increase in strength, it seemed as if his very life had ascended to another realm.

Almost simultaneously, the few monsters abandoned the idea of escaping from this place. Escape from a prison overseen by such a terrifying figure—was that even possible?

Wen Wen swept his gaze over the monsters, and apart from the Scavenging Demon and the unconscious Xu Hai, all of them made submissive gestures.

Hu Youling bowed respectfully, while the Guile Tree Spirit lowered its branches.

He nodded in satisfaction; these monsters had never been this docile before. Then his figure disappeared and reappeared in the Containment Warehouse of the Disaster Area.

Now, he wanted to check on the Human-Headed Dog.

The Human-Headed Dog was the first Containment Item of the Catastrophe Area and also the first monster to be captured voluntarily, which made Wen Wen curious about its condition.

At this moment, the dog lay resting on the ground.

A ten by ten meters storeroom was quite spacious for a single dog.

The floor was a patch of grass with a water hole more than three meters in diameter in the center. The dog was lying in the water hole, looking very relaxed.

It seemed neither hungry nor lonely, living quite happily in this small space.

Wen Wen still hadn’t figured out what the Human-Headed Dog’s abilities were, but it was clear that it had a restraining power against ghosts along with some attributes that set it apart from other monsters.

After confirming the Human-Headed Dog could live here without any issues, Wen Wen made his way to the Disaster Central Area.

He was here to test the Disaster Containment Officer’s badge and the badges of warehouse managers.

Wen Wen wanted to see what kind of phenomena would result from connecting the Catastrophe Gloves with these two items.

He was aware that the Catastrophe Gloves might hold a very central position within the Sanctuary, possessing significant power.

It was the reason these objects could exhibit functions they originally didn’t have.

No, not the functions of these objects, but rather the abilities of the Catastrophe Gloves. The collar and other items were merely mediums to trigger this power.

First, he placed his hand on the warehouse manager’s badge, and nothing out of the ordinary happened, which left Wen Wen somewhat disappointed.

It seemed not all badges could produce such effects.

Then, with a bit of trepidation, he placed the gloves on the badge of the Containment Officer. The moment the two connected, an anomaly occurred!

Bubbles, each flickering with different scenes, began to appear around him!

In the bubble closest to Wen Wen, a scene unfolded—it was Uncle Gong, lying on a hospital bed!

Wen Wen’s eyes grew wide as he carefully touched the bubble with his fingertip, and a stream of information filled his mind.

Name: Gong Baoding

Power Level: Mastery Realm

Abilities: Flame Manipulation, Lie Detection...

Condition: Dying

...

Recommendation to recruit as a Containment Officer!

"This, can I actually recruit other Containment Officers now?"

Wen Wen kept looking at the information, still finding it somewhat hard to believe.

"But why Uncle Gong? He’s on the brink of death. Even if he is recruited as a Containment Officer, what use could that be..."

Just as he had that thought, another piece of information appeared in his mind.

’Use saving his life as a bargaining chip to sign a contract, abide by the Sanctuary’s rules and do not disclose the existence of the Sanctuary to outsiders!’

’This contract cannot be violated or torn up!’

’Contents related to the Sanctuary are under its protection and cannot be detected by Supernatural Power...’

"Pretty thorough considerations. I can’t even find anything to complain about."

Wen Wen continued to check the other bubbles and found that most of the candidates for Containment Officers were from the Hunters Association.

Either they were severely injured and not yet healed or they had suffered a great change that caused them to lose their abilities. Only a very few were not from the Hunters Association, but they too were in dire straits.

With a bit of thought, it was understandable that the most suitable candidates for Containment Officers were Demon Hunters, so naturally there were many from the Hunters Association.

And since these individuals all had needs, by meeting these needs as conditions, there was no worry they wouldn’t agree to become Containment Officers.

After closing the bubbles, Wen Wen sat on the ground, hand propping his chin, and began to fantasize in his head.

Many years later, Wen Wen had become the president of the Hunters Association. Standing at the pinnacle, he addressed the entire senior leadership with a loud voice.

"Comrades, a traitor has emerged amongst us!"

So the leaders joined forces to capture the only Demon Hunter who was still loyal to the Association and forced him to sign a contract...