Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 390 - 388: Demon Puppet

Chapter 390: Chapter 388: Demon Puppet

Wen Wen remained silent for a long while, unsure of whether he should spare Xiong Ying.

Forcefully taking him away didn’t sit right with Wen Wen, yet if he left him be, that Devil’s Heart of his was a ticking time bomb that couldn’t be left unsupervised.

Human nature isn’t always trustworthy; even though Xiong Ying had done so much before, Wen Wen couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t truly succumb to the will of the Devil’s Heart when faced with death.

Now that he had only a year left to live and couldn’t fight for others, letting him join the Hunters Association was out of the question.

After some thought, Wen Wen said to Zhangsun Jing, "Since I’ve already caught him, my task is completed. The handling of the rest I leave to your Qingchuan City Hunters Association."

"You must supervise him closely during his last year. If he encounters any trouble, I can help him once if it’s within my power."

Having said that, Wen Wen turned and left.

It was best to leave Xiong Ying in the hands of the Association overtly, but Wen Wen planned to have Xiong Ying join the Sanctuary after dealing with the museum affair.

Even if the Sanctuary’s strength couldn’t save Xiong Ying from the threat of death, at the very least, he would always be within Wen Wen’s grasp.

Wen Wen didn’t partake in the specific follow-up work, for his mind was entirely fixated on that museum.

Without waiting for the next day, Wen Wen went directly to the outside of the museum.

It was around three in the morning, when all was still and only nocturnal creatures like cats and bats were active.

Wen Wen stood in the shadow outside the museum, his gaze dark and ominous.

He needed to obtain the information he wanted from inside the museum, but barging in to ask was the most foolish method.

Currently, he had no idea which side the museum belonged to, how powerful its backers were, or even if they were friend or foe.

So he needed to test the museum with something, thus he entered the Sanctuary, arriving outside Xu Hai’s cell.

At that moment, Xu Hai was busy with some strange tools amidst non-human limbs; those corpses were all wrapped in an ominous aura, a sight that could make the average person faint.

"I’ve entrusted these to you for some time now; do you have a finished product? I can make use of it," Wen Wen said to Xu Hai.

Seeing Wen Wen approach, Xu Hai stopped his work and respectfully said, "Sir, a Supernatural Puppet is much harder to make than a regular Puppet. Right now, I’ve only completed one that’s at the Disaster Level..."

Indeed, Xu Hai was creating Supernatural Puppets using the corpses of demons as materials.

During the last raid on a demon stronghold, Wen Wen had brought back not only a few captured demons but also a large number of their corpses.

Because the monsters didn’t hold back in their attacks, there were far more dead demons than captured ones, and Wen Wen had given all these corpses to Xu Hai for the creation of Supernatural Puppets.

Given enough materials, meaning the corpses of superpower users or monsters, Xu Hai had the ability to create puppets with the strength of superpower users. His current limit in terms of strength was at the Disaster Level.

Before encountering Wen Wen, he had also used the corpse of a Three-tailed Demon Leopard to make a Disaster Level Puppet.

Although these puppets were far from as powerful as when they were alive, they excelled in obedience, and even if destroyed, there was no regret. Thus, Wen Wen planned to use this puppet to test the reality of that museum.

"One will suffice, hand it over to me. I need it to accomplish some tasks."

Xu Hai nodded, opened a coffin-like box next to a display cabinet, and inside was a demon covered in black fur, with goat horns on its head.

He introduced it to Wen Wen saying, "This demon possessed the ability to manipulate corpses in life, and now, after I made it into a puppet, it has become a corpse that is manipulated."

"What’s fascinating is that it still retains some ability to control corpses, so you can use it to control other corpses too..."

Wen Wen nodded. He wasn’t particularly interested in what abilities the demon had; after all, it was meant to be cannon fodder.

So Wen Wen removed the Liquid Shaping ability and replaced it with Puppet mastery. After snapping his fingers, the black goat Demon Puppet stood up, its movements slightly stiff as it positioned itself beside Wen Wen.

"Bring me another batch of metal sheets the size of playing cards, I have a use for them."

Without the ability of Liquid Shaping, Wen Wen naturally needed some weapons to make use of the Poker Dart skill, and objectively speaking, metal poker cards were much more effective than Water Poker.

With the puppet ready for probing, Wen Wen himself also needed to put on some disguise.

In case Wen Wen needed to show up himself, he definitely couldn’t use his real appearance, so he had to create an alternate identity to use.

Even without mimicking someone, the Faceless Demon’s ability allowed him to freely change his appearance.

After a moment’s thought, Wen Wen altered his build to make it bulkier, with skin black as coal and eyes as large as light bulbs, turning his small white teeth into the saw-like teeth of a shark.

After looking at himself in the mirror, Wen Wen nodded in satisfaction; there was no way anyone could recognize him in this guise.

"Next, let’s see what sort of tricks this so-called number one Federation museum has up its sleeve!"

...

Wringing the mop dry and placing it aside, Qiao Kun diligently cleaned the entire museum, wiping the sweat from his brow with the towel over his shoulder.

Although he was an apprentice, he knew countless ways to clean the museum quickly.

Yet it was only by doing it himself that he could demonstrate his respect for the museum and his reverence for knowledge.

Even though Qiao Kun scoffed at such traditions, if he wanted to become a ’Scholar’, he had to abide by these old-fashioned rules during his internship.

Every apprentice tasked with their trial period had to manage a special building.

Qiao Kun’s assignment was the museum, and as far as he knew, there were others like libraries, Rune management, material exhibit halls, and so on.

Management in name, but he was really just a servant to the building, granted certain privileges by the museum, which he then used to help the museum fulfill its mission.

If he made a mistake in his duties, the museum would retract those privileges, and a Big Shot would take over, and he would lose his chance to become a Scholar.

Of course, for Qiao Kun, this was just a formality. His father was a ’Professor’, and as long as he followed the steps correctly, his future was bound to be bright.

With less than a month left in his internship, just the thought of accessing new knowledge once he officially became a ’Scholar’ excited him so much that he could hardly keep from jumping for joy.

He had already dedicated everything to knowledge and wisdom, eagerly embracing more forbidden knowledge was his destiny in life.

There was only one thing he was dissatisfied with: everything in the museum was a treasure, yet he could only look but not use; all rights to dispose of the items belonged to the museum itself.

Just like two months ago, even if he was dissatisfied, he could only send that heart imbued with great Strength to a clumsy ordinary person.

But all such discontent, he could only keep to himself, not allowing it to show.

Suddenly, he halted his thoughts and looked toward the museum’s front door. A shadow was slowly approaching from within the shadows.