Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 778 - 678: Resentment

Chapter 778: Chapter 678: Resentment

The black energy light sword was a new trick Wen Wen had added. It had always been possible, but it was too weak in terms of lethality. Now, the light swords he condensed were even stronger than the average rune sword, fully capable of being used as normal swords.

Several energy light swords pierced through Ning Zhewan’s head, heart, and limbs, causing his eyes, which resembled rotten tomatoes, to finally dim.

Cai Wenshang crawled out and, seeing the mess in the rented room, almost cried. With the house damaged to this extent, how was he supposed to compensate?

But he didn’t notice that, as he got up, he accidentally bumped into the cupboard. The kitchen knife hanging there was jostled and fell down, its blade aiming straight for Cai Wenshang’s neck!

However, before the knife could fall, it was struck by a fleeting black flash and was sent flying, embedding itself in the wooden door of the cupboard.

Everything within the vicinity was under Wen Wen’s control, and even accidents could not result in death in Wen Wen’s presence.

Nevertheless, the shock from the knife made Cai Wenshang’s feet slip, and he smashed his eye socket directly against the corner of the table. Blood flowed uncontrollably, and the intense pain made him roar weakly twice before he fainted.

Wen Wen saw this as well but did not intervene as, firstly, this blow was not fatal, and secondly, because he sensed that something was not quite right.

"I didn’t detect any energy waves. Did you do this too?"

Wen Wen turned his head and squinted at Ning Zhewan nailed to the wall.

"Yes... and no."

Ning Zhewan struggled off the energy light swords, his body already in tatters, but his aura had intensified.

In Wen Wen’s Mirror Eye, continuous streams of blue and green energy surged into Ning Zhewan’s body. This energy was extremely foul and seemed to possess its own will.

"The ones wanting to kill him aren’t just me but also the sins he has wrought himself."

"You are very powerful. I can’t even imagine the limit of your fearsome potential, but you can block me and yet you can’t block their fated deaths. You can protect one but not everyone."

Wen Wen dug his ear, "No need for it to be so complicated. All I need to do is burn your body to ashes, mix the ashes with rice bran, and feed them to the pigs; that should take care of this matter."

Ning Zhewan tilted his head and said to Wen Wen, "You still don’t understand..."

"Do you know how Grandma Zhao felt when she fainted crossing the street due to an illness and everyone cursed her for scamming?

"Do you know what it felt like for the family at Steamed Tasty Buns when they committed suicide?"

"Do you know about Lawyer Gu... "

Wen Wen furrowed his brows, "What do these things you are talking about have to do with each other? Also, Steamed Tasty Buns isn’t even in this province, so it shouldn’t be related to you..."

If Ning Zhewan himself was a victim, or his friends and relatives were victims, Wen Wen could understand his actions.

But these unrelated examples he brought up, each filled with empathy, puzzled Wen Wen.

Ning Zhewan took a step forward, stamped forcefully on the ground, and the foul blood on his body splattered non-stop, corroding everything it touched into large holes.

"What I mean is, it’s not me who should punish them, but those driven to desperation by irresponsible talk..."

"That intense resentment!"

"So what if you kill me? As long as that resentment doesn’t dissipate, those people will still have to die!"

"They, too, should die!"

Resentment...

Wen Wen had suddenly understood why Ning Zhewan reacted so vehemently to this matter, and why he empathized so deeply with all the victims.

He was just a vengeance machine chosen by those resentments, those disgusting blue-green energies, which were the intense lingering resentments of the victims.

Such negative emotions could give birth to monsters, like the Hateful Demon Monster that Wen Wen had captured.

This type of monster was much more difficult to deal with than others of the same Level, but there were still ways to easily destroy it.

But the Hateful Demon Monster type of monster was usually regional, spawned from the intense emotions of an entire area.

Towns were stronger than villages, big cities stronger than regular towns, and a nationwide panic in the Federation could create unimaginably powerful monsters.

However, the resentments attached to Ning Zhewan were different from those spawn by panic; these came from various places throughout the Capital District and even from regions across the whole Federation.

The total amount of resentment might not be as much as a regional panic, but these resentments were purer and more concentrated, making them harder to eliminate.

Even if Wen Wen killed Ning Zhewan, the vessel of this resentment, it would not dissipate; instead, it would shape even more powerful and terrifying monsters...

The creators of this resentment were scattered around the world, impossible to count, and some were already dead, which made it impossible to cut off the resentment by erasing memories.

The formation of such a resentful monster was quite stringent, but once formed, it was very troublesome.

Although it was difficult, Wen Wen was not planning to give up because, for him, this was a rare material. It was the first time he had encountered such a monster, and he obviously couldn’t abandon it halfway.

Seeing that Wen Wen had no intention of giving up, Ning Zhewan snorted coldly, broke the window, and jumped out, as the space inside was too small to win against Wen Wen.

Wen Wen glanced at Cai Wenshang, casually stuffed him into the Sanctuary, figuring the resentment shouldn’t affect the interior, then he chased after the fleeing Ning Zhewan.

A crescent moon hung in the sky as Ning Zhewan ran through the night. Every few steps he staggered, and his body underwent transformations, yet his speed became faster.

Having run just about a kilometer, Ning Zhewan no longer looked human. His torso sprouted faces of various sizes, his thighs grew thick and doubled in length, covered in fresh red muscles.

Though occasionally there would be pedestrians or vehicles passing by, Ning Zhewan either dodged or leapt over them.

Although his mind was not very clear, he still remembered his targets were only those more than seven thousand voters, so he tried to avoid involving others.

Ning Zhewan ran all the way to a kindergarten, then burrowed into a slide, gasping heavily. He felt he had escaped from Wen Wen.

"So, you like to play hide and seek."

Wen Wen’s voice came from above. Ning Zhewan poked his head out and saw Wen Wen sitting cross-legged on a cloud, chin propped on his hand, looking rather bored.

This cloud was familiar to Ning Zhewan; it had floated leisurely above while he was running. He had thought it was just a normal cloud, never realizing it was Wen Wen. He had never escaped at all.

Black energy light swords appeared around the cloud, densely packed, numbering in the hundreds.

Wen Wen softly uttered three words: "Sword Rain... False."

Then those black energy light swords fell chaotically like rain, covering the small playground of the kindergarten with dust and smoke everywhere.