Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 270 - 268: Master of Dead Silence and Empty Underworld

Chapter 270: Chapter 268: Master of Dead Silence and Empty Underworld

Wen Wen didn’t finish that sentence, because a sudden, intense pain in his right hand left him unable to continue.

He looked at his hand and found no injuries, then his eyes darted to the metal plate, and cold sweat covered his body in an instant.

It was as if the metal plate had a strange magic that almost made him utter the name of an unknown being!

Therefore, Wen Wen hurriedly jumped down from the statue and took a deep breath.

Even though he didn’t say it out loud, Wen Wen still remembered the content on the metal plate.

The last name was—Master of Dead Silence and Empty Underworld!

In the records of the Hunter Association, there are a total of eight Calamity Level Evil Gods of the Inner World.

But that’s where the information on these Evil Gods ends; there is no record of what their names are or what divine roles they fulfill.

Perhaps there are records, but Wen Wen didn’t have the clearance to access them.

If this Master of Dead Silence and Empty Underworld was one of them, Wen Wen knew very well what would happen if he read those words aloud.

Even in the real world, merely chanting the name of an Evil God in the Federation language could possibly catch its attention.

And in this place, suspected to be part of the Inner World, chanting Its name in the language of the Inner World would be akin to courting death!

If it weren’t for the reminder from the Catastrophe Gloves, Wen Wen suspected he would already be transformed by the immense power of the Evil God into something unspeakable.

After calming his emotions, Wen Wen looked at the metal plate with a complex expression. Clearly, like that big iron bed, this metal plate was also a special item, likely playing a significant role.

Wen Wen generally adhered to the principle of not leaving empty-handed, ensuring he always gained something from his actions, like when he fished as a child and would at least dig up a sweet potato from a farm if he caught nothing...

But now, since the Sanctuary couldn’t be used normally, he could only regretfully gaze at the potentially very useful metal plate without daring to touch it, for fear of drawing the attention of the Evil God. Even if he took on the state of the Calamity Prison Supervisor, he wouldn’t escape death!

This made him feel incredibly frustrated; not only could he no longer capture monsters here, but he also dared not take any valuable items he found...

However, he now understood why the Sanctuary was unwilling to emerge here—it was linked to the Evil God in no ordinary way, and opening the Sanctuary’s doors here might catch the Evil God’s attention.

Considering the Sanctuary’s cautious avoidance of the Evil God, it was best for Wen Wen not to provoke a Calamity Level existence.

Fortunately, that reminder let Wen Wen know that the Sanctuary wasn’t completely unusable and should still function during times of crisis.

Having seen traces of the Evil God, Wen Wen immediately reassessed his position—he needed to be very careful in this place.

Then he took a deep breath and carefully approached the direction where Liu Zhi and the other one with an aura extremely similar to his own were located.

Having seen the metal plate, Wen Wen started paying attention to details and quickly noticed something he had previously overlooked, something chilling.

The monsters here showed no intention of living in harmony—upon seeing an enemy, their first instinct was to kill or flee.

Moreover, after more than half a year, such a multitude of monsters was still fighting individually, not forming any groups, merely engaged in senseless slaughter.

All this was not a problem; what troubled him was that most of these monsters had transformed from the original patients of the mental hospital, and their numbers seemed to correspond to the number of people who disappeared from the hospital...

That is to say, after half a year of slaughter, the number of monsters here had neither decreased nor increased.

Add to that the fact that Wen Wen had nearly found no corpses in this place, the conclusion seemed almost self-evident...

"Dead Silence and Empty Underworld... Does Its strength, or rather Its divine role, relate to death?"

To confirm his thought, Wen Wen changed his direction and followed the scent to find the zombie that had transformed from the college student he had killed earlier.

He saw the charred corpse wandering in the corridor, with occasional flames flickering on its pitch-black body.

After losing all signs of life, it had resurrected and gained abilities related to fire!

"The truth is clear now; dying here turns one into a monster, and when a monster dies... it turns into another kind of monster!"

"This place is an endless battlefield of death, until one monster emerges strong enough..."

Wen Wen walked to the window and extended a finger, emitting a ray of light that disappeared as soon as it entered the murky city.

"Indeed, it’s impossible to leave this place... The only possible exit is that iron bed."

This discovery deepened Wen Wen’s reverence and headache about this place.

Up until now, he still hadn’t found anything related to the Catastrophe Containment Facility, and his purpose for coming here was to discover why he had obtained it.

"I hope the other ’me’ can give me the answer I want."

Wen Wen didn’t immediately search for his doppelgänger because he noticed the scent was getting closer. Judging by its trajectory, it seemed to have noticed him.

"Come quickly, I hope you have a pork kidney-shaped face or a shoehorn face, just don’t look like me," Wen Wen stood still, waiting for the other to arrive.

Despite various signs and that Qi, Wen Wen was eighty percent certain there was another version of himself here, but he still didn’t want to see him.

Wu Wang once created a puppet that looked like him, which was already quite disturbing for Wen Wen. Facing the real himself was even worse; he wished to dismember him on the spot. But knowing that even if he killed his double, he would resurrect, dampened that urge.

So far, Wen Wen had not encountered any monsters here stronger than himself, so his safety was fairly secured.

Indeed, even within this strange environment, it would be hard for a mere human to transform into a Disaster Level monster in less than a year.

As the scent drew nearer, Wen Wen felt his own Qi, which was roughly at the beginning stages of the Disaster Level, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Then, he heard a voice—an overly arrogant laughter.

Upon hearing that laughter, Wen Wen felt somewhat reassured.

"This laughter is way too haughty; it can’t be me, I can’t laugh this badly..."

Clearly, Wen Wen had never heard the sound of his own uncontrolled laughter.

Suddenly, several thick chains lunged out, with immense force, striking towards Wen Wen like giant pythons.

Wen Wen raised the steel bar and swung fiercely in that direction, releasing a smooth Sword Qi toward the chains. The Sword Qi intercepted only a few chains, while the rest continued to attack from that direction.

"Tsk... Sword Qi, it really works better with a sword, it’s too weak with a steel bar."