Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 218 - 216 Yan Biqing’s Current Situation

Chapter 218: Chapter 216 Yan Biqing’s Current Situation

The changes mentioned earlier are all external transformations brought about by the Sanctuary’s level-up.

Wen Wen himself, along with the Sanctuary’s upgrade, had gained new abilities.

He lifted his hands, and from beneath his skin, a black substance separated out to form two pitch-black arms.

Nowadays, each of these two arms harbored an ability.

The right hand possessed the power of absorption, capable of absorbing the energy attacks it encountered, but such attacks could not exceed the glove’s sustainable limit.

Wen Wen roughly estimated that energy attacks from superpower users of the lower levels of the Assimilation Realm should all be within its endurance.

However, it could only absorb energy attacks that touched the arm, unable to do so from anything beyond its range.

As for the left hand, it was release, capable of unleashing the Superpower absorbed by the right hand!

Whether it was absorption or release, both had strict limitations, but as long as he used this capability wisely, Wen Wen’s combat power could receive a considerable boost.

With these two abilities, Wen Wen, even without using Yan Biqing’s powers, could fully contend with some of the weaker Disaster Level monsters!

The array of abilities he possessed, compared to normal monsters or superpower users, was far too numerous, granting him advantages in battle that others found hard to rival.

After his significant power enhancement, Wen Wen could now begin implementing what he had been contemplating all along.

"Now that my strength is sufficient, it’s time for me to take the Ranger examination," he said.

Recently, Wen Wen hadn’t been capturing as many monsters, since the minor skirmishes of Furong River City were no longer suitable for him. The monsters here posed no challenge to him.

However, as a Ranger, he could receive tasks from the Hunter Association, choosing from Disaster Level events throughout the entire region, which was perfect for Wen Wen.

Moreover, Rangers enjoyed significant privileges within the Association, with access to resources far surpassing ordinary users of the Assimilation Realm, allowing them to operate independently or form their own superpower teams.

Of course, the many privileges of Rangers were exchanged for their records of slaying monsters and formidable strength.

Not every city had Demon Hunters of Lin Zheyuan’s caliber stationed; when faced with difficult issues, it was the Rangers who had to deal with them.

Therefore, the casualty rate among Rangers was the highest amongst all superpower users of the Assimilation Realm, and at the same time, their combat abilities were the strongest!

Having made up his mind, Wen Wen looked in the direction of the cells and stretched his back, saying to himself, "I should go see that fellow Yan Biqing first. He is my treasure, after all; I can’t let him starve to death."

Although it was his first visit to the Disaster Zone Cell, the layout of these floors was similar, so he navigated the place with ease.

The cells here were much more spacious than those in the Catastrophe Area and Disaster Area – cubic spaces twenty meters in each dimension, large enough to imprison some sizeable monsters.

Arriving at Cell Number One, Wen Wen cast a brief glance and unexpectedly couldn’t see Yan Biqing, nor could he detect his presence.

Wen Wen clutched at his heart, feeling a pang of distress, "Could it be... that he has really starved to death, and been cleared from the Sanctuary?"

Suddenly, Wen Wen’s gaze settled on a piece of charred remains in the corner of the cell.

The char had a vaguely human shape, and there was a faint hint of vitality, indicating utmost misery.

"My treasure, what happened to you, my treasure..." Wen Wen hurriedly entered the cell, squatting beside him to check on his condition.

Poor Yan Biqing had initially suffered numerous fatal injuries and his skin had been charred by Gong Baoding’s flames, followed by Wen Wen’s Blood Poison.

Any normal person would have died eight or ten times over from such afflictions.

Yet, he was still stubbornly clinging to his last breath by relying on his ability of Body Digitalization.

With food and water, given some time, he could recover.

But to his despair, he found himself in an empty cell with nothing provided, not even food or water.

If the Federation were to vote for the darkest prison, Yan Biqing would certainly cast his vote for the Catastrophe Containment Facility, as what kind of prison doesn’t even provide food.

Thus, to avoid an untimely death, he had to adjust his bodily state to minimize energy use, entering a hibernation-like sleep.

This was the scene Wen Wen encountered.

Wen Wen took some food and waved it back and forth in front of Yan Biqing, but he didn’t react at all.

"Can’t even feed yourself, huh? That’s really pathetic..."

If Wen Wen could see Yan Biqing’s status bar, he would notice that there was only a sliver of strength left in him, and any slightly vigorous movement could end his life.

Wen Wen scratched his head, took out the Hundred Flavors Cup, filled it with water, and put the lid on. After a while, the contents of the cup turned into a glucose solution.

Then, from Xu Hai’s pile of weird tools, Wen Wen found a large syringe—though this one lacked a needle, he made do with what he had.

First, he sterilized this questionable large syringe with Catastrophe Level strength, and then filled it with the glucose solution.

"After all the care I’ve given you, if you don’t make it, you’d really owe me one."

Wen Wen stuffed the syringe into Yan Biqing’s mouth and injected the glucose solution into his body.

With Yan Biqing’s abilities, as long as there was an energy intake, he could make perfect use of that energy.

After caring for Yan Biqing for another two hours, he finally opened his eyes and was able to move around a little by himself.

Wen Wen then brought over a bucket of water and a roasted pork leg, placing them inside Yan Biqing’s cell.

Moving at a snail’s pace, Yan Biqing approached the pork leg and began to nibble at it slowly.

"Ah... with you in this state, you probably won’t die, so I guess there’s no need for me to continue waiting on you."

Wen Wen wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead and said with his hands on his hips.

He really hadn’t taken care of someone like this before.

Though he had revived Yan Biqing, Wen Wen couldn’t use his strength just yet.

When utilizing the strength of monsters, the source of energy is the monsters themselves; in Yan Biqing’s current condition, he’d likely be sucked dry instantly.

However, this didn’t affect Wen Wen’s plans, as he was not much weaker than an ordinary superpower user of the Assimilation Realm.

"It’s time to find Lin Zheyuan. I’m going to take the Ranger’s assessment!"

...

"What, you’re asking to take part in the Ranger’s assessment? Have you advanced to the Assimilation Realm already?" Lin Zheyuan asked in surprise while playing poker with Lin Lu and Yan Xiu, and casually peeled off the sticky note from his face.

Wen Wen hesitated, then nodded.

Lin Lu threw down her cards, stood up abruptly, and looked at Wen Wen as if he were a monster.

"Did you hack the system or something!?"

Yan Xiu, lamenting over the good hand he had, looked resentfully at Wen Wen—he was about to win!

Seeing the gazes of the three, Wen Wen pretended to scratch his head and asked, "Um... are there any risks associated with advancing to the Assimilation Realm too quickly?"

"What risks could there be? Others can only envy you."

Lin Lu leaned in close to Wen Wen, prodding his chin with her slender fingertip, her face barely twenty centimeters from his.

It was as if she wanted to discover the secret behind Wen Wen’s rapid increase in strength.

Wen Wen, irritated, pushed her away, saying, "Look all you want, but why the close distance? You’re not falling for my good looks, are you?"

"You... you! You deserve to be single for life."

Lin Lu, pushed away, stepped on the scattered cards, ruining the game while pointing at Wen Wen and yelling furiously.

A sigh-like pattern appeared on Yan Xiu’s mask: ε=(´ο｀*)))...

There was no way to continue the poker game now.