Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 540 - 538

The person who came to set up the Surveillance Point was a human prisoner from the Sanctuary, who would stay here after the setup was complete, under the command of Feng Ruixing.

Feng Ruixing was quite looking forward to it.

Although the incoming subordinate was a prisoner from the Sanctuary, having a superpower user as an enforcer was something Feng Ruixing had never dared to imagine before.

On the other hand, Heng An was simply interested in the checkpoint itself.

He had heard that the Surveillance Point could conveniently show the distribution of superpower users and monsters within the city, making his pursuit of Secret Organization members much more convenient.

The two of them arrived together at the Foundation building’s rooftop and after waiting for a while, saw a giant eagle sweep across the sky followed by a figure in red leaping from the heavens.

This figure wore a flamboyant bright red trench coat and carried a silver metal longsword with a ferocious skull on the hilt guard.

Feng Ruixing exchanged glances, feeling that this outfit seemed familiar from some game, wondering if this person was playing cosplay?

This person in the red trench coat was Weisu.

Weisu walked up to Feng Ruixing, clenched his right fist and placed it on his chest saying, "My name is Weisu, from today onwards I will be your subordinate, I shall work hard."

He must work hard, or the chains on his body would teach him what real pain was.

Feng Ruixing looked at Weisu with some headache and said, "Um... the first thing, you need to change into some normal clothes, you can’t work with me dressed like that."

Weisu nodded, then activated his power, and a set of glittering golden armor appeared on his body.

Feng Ruixing was left speechless. Was this guy really of any use to him?

Heng An, unable to bear it, slapped Weisu on the shoulder.

He could neutralize the Superpower Power, causing Weisu’s armor, produced by superpower, to start disappearing, sparing them the awkwardness of that outfit.

But Heng An never expected that aside from the armor transformed by Superpower Power, Weisu wore nothing else.

Thus, at nine o’clock in the evening, on the rooftop of the Foundation, there appeared a man covering his face and crying...

...

Ding, ding, dong...

"Stop, stop hammering!"

Li Haiyang woke up from a dream, grabbed a tissue from beside the bed, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

This was his old problem, whenever he fell asleep, he would always have some strange dreams.

The twenty-five-year-old had tissues ready at his bedside precisely because of these nightmares.

Definitely not because he liked to do anything strange...

In his dream, he wasn’t himself.

Instead, he was a man about one meter twenty in height, with muscles incredibly bulky, appearing like a muscle mound.

He held a ferocious iron hammer single-handedly, continuously smashing a block of iron ingot in front of him... nonstop.

From time to time, pitiful wails echoed in his ears, as if what was being hammered wasn’t just an iron ingot, but a living person.

The endless dream passed within this ceaseless forging.

"Why do I have this dream? Maybe I’m really haunted by some unclean spirits..."

Li Haiyang touched his chest, where there was a flame-shaped metal emblem.

"As long as I have this, I am safe, and no one can harm me!"

A few years ago, Li Haiyang happened upon a stall and was instantly attracted to a pendant shaped like a flame, hence he bought it at a low price.

Initially, the pendant did not show any strangeness, but once, when Li Haiyang was distracted at work and crossed the road without looking.

Just as he was about to be hit by a motorcycle, the pendant suddenly heated up, and he fell backward, avoiding the motorcycle.

After that, the chain of the pendant disappeared and the body of the pendant embedded itself into Li Haiyang’s chest. No matter what he tried, he could not remove the pendant.

Gradually, Li Haiyang discovered that the pendant seemed to be a very powerful amulet.

Every time he was about to get injured, the amulet could function and save him.

Since the pendant could protect him, Li Haiyang no longer insisted on removing it from his chest.

...

At the same moment, in a dark factory in Baoya City, there was a red-hot forging platform glowing with firelight.

A dwarf-like figure with flame-like red beard continually swung a fierce hammer, forging something.

However, unlike in Li Haiyang’s dreams, the item he was forging had already taken the shape of a longsword.

The heat from the sword embryo coalesced into a male-shaped apparition.

"Stop beating me, let me die, please..." the man pleaded, kneeling on the ground and begging Red Beard continuously.

But Red Beard hammered down ruthlessly, directly scattering the apparition.

When the apparition appeared again, it pointed at Red Beard and cursed, but the result was no different.

Each time Red Beard struck the sword embryo, the apparition dimmed a bit more — he was trying to make the apparition become the soul of the sword.

After hammering for more than an hour, the longsword was essentially formed, Red Beard poured a basin of foul-smelling blood onto the red-hot longsword.

Then he spat a burst of flame onto the sword, causing it to burn fiercely.

The bright light from the burning longsword illuminated the entire factory.

Using this bright light, one could see that at the edge of the factory, hanging like pork, there were dozens of human corpses!

Red Beard, captivated, watched the sword bathed in flames and murmured:

"A sword body forged from abyssal metal, quenched with demon blood, using carefully selected sinful human souls from the guests of the old inn as the sword spirit..."

"This is already the forty-seventh experiment. Can a real Demon Sword be forged..."

As the flames dissipated, Red Beard grasped the metal hilt, his eyes instantly turned red, filled with a berserk intent to kill.

But he quickly regained clarity and tossed the sword aside.

"Another failure, indeed demonic..."

"But it still falls short of my expected effect, perhaps I should try capturing a High-Rank Demon..."

...

The sun was already high, as Wen Wen stood on the balcony, basking in the sunlight while holding a longsword in the stance of about to swing it.

Although his body was motionless, his brain did not stop.

He wanted to find a feeling, the same feeling Xun Ying had when he swung his sword in front of him.

Wen Wen remembered every detail of that single swing, yet he could not perfectly replicate it.

According to Xun Ying, it was because he had not found a sword that belonged to him.

But what did it mean to have a sword that belonged to oneself?

"If I take a sword from someone else, does it not belong to me? Even so, why does the sword I forged myself also not react?"

After pondering for a long time, Wen Wen still could not figure it out and could only retract the longsword and shake his head in sigh.