Catastrophe Containment Facility

Speaking of which, the classification of superpower users and monsters is actually quite strange.

There are only five levels in total, with the fifth level being elusive, and in fact, there is little difference between the first and second levels.

Such categorization would be better described as the five stages of continuous evolution for superpower users, rather than based on strength.

The fifth level, Calamity Level or the Transcendent Boundary, represents beings that surpass both superpower users and monsters, even transcending the concept of deities and demons found in traditional mythology. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Their power limit is unimaginable for superpower users; their existence goes beyond human comprehension. To this day, there has been no case where someone has witnessed such a level of existence and lived to tell the tale.

As for the first and second levels, they are merely transitions before becoming a truly qualified superpower user, and many don’t even fully understand their own abilities.

Within these two levels, one could perhaps subdivide into six to ten minor levels, but it would be meaningless because overpowering the next in rank is quite easy within these two levels.

Ordinary superpower users or monsters undergo a qualitative change at the third level.

Assimilation, or the Disaster Level.

At this tier, superpower users possess abilities nearly equivalent to those of mythical creatures, establishing a fundamental disparity from ordinary humans.

At the same time, there is a significant range of strength among superpower users at this level.

The weak, such as the large centipede that Lin Zheyuan killed earlier, with its durable carapace capable of easily withstanding bullets and even grenades, could pulverize a small car with its massive body.

The strong are capable of flight and earth-travel, demolish buildings with a wave of their hand and can cause natural disasters all on their own.

Gu Panxi’s Holy Crystal Angel, for instance, doesn’t even qualify as strong within the third level.

Because of the substantial disparity in strength, the Assimilation Realm is divided into sub-realms, but Wen Wen has not yet reached that tier.

As for the fourth Realm, the Catastrophe Level, it is akin to the gods and demons of mythology, whose mere existence affects vast areas, like the eye that peered from the void during the Paradise incident.

So Wen Wen having such strength was far beyond Gong Baoding’s expectations.

His demeanor instantly became more respectful, as he was well aware of the insurmountable chasm between his own power and that of the person before him.

Wen Wen was quite pleased with Gong Baoding’s current attitude, as at least this alias needed to maintain absolute authority within the Sanctuary.

After some thought, Wen Wen said to Gong Baoding, "You’ve just become a Containment Officer; let me give you a task."

"What task? I’ll do my best to ensure it’s completed."

Gong Baoding perked up; having just arrived at the Catastrophe Containment Facility, he wanted to make a good impression on his first task.

If he did well on this first task, his future developments within the Sanctuary should be smoother, he thought.

Just like decades ago, when he became a Demon Hunter, he had been determined to excel in his first task.

However, even with his resolve to do well, Gong Baoding did not overpromise, which is typical once one reaches middle age.

"The monsters within the Sanctuary need to be fed too, and currently, the Sanctuary’s supplies are insufficient. Go procure some more."

Strictly speaking, the Sanctuary doesn’t really have tasks. He assigned this task to Gong Baoding simply because he was too lazy to procure items himself.

Every time he went to buy plain pig intestines, the vendor’s look was... odd.

"What?" Gong Baoding asked in shock.

"Dissatisfied with the task?" Wen Wen raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, very satisfied." Just having experienced Wen Wen’s terrifying strength, Gong Baoding wasn’t too keen to refute him.

"Plasma, a large amount of ordinary food, plant fertilizer, and even spoiled food—collect some of each. Keep an eye on it in the future; whenever you come to the Sanctuary and notice there isn’t enough food, prepare some."

Gong Baoding made a note of these items, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss deep down.

It’s like playing an online game, where your first mission involved slaying monsters, but the main quest turned out to be delivering a letter...

"Oh, right, you don’t have to spend your own money—this is your activity fund."

Wen Wen tossed a gold ingot into Gong Baoding’s hands, and feeling the hefty weight, he was somewhat shocked.

This gold ingot was an antique in itself. Based on the current gold price, one gram is more than three hundred yuan...

To purchase those things, he might only need to use a bit of the gold’s scrap material.

"The Catastrophe Containment Facility really is wealthy and powerful..."

Little did he know, if it weren’t for Wen Wen having raided his room, this gold should have been his in the first place.

With just this one gold ingot, Gong Baoding gained two more impressions of the Sanctuary: It was both rich and ancient.

...

After coming out from the Sanctuary, Wen Wen didn’t relax. He kept a close watch on Gong Baoding’s actions within the Sanctuary.

To his relief, Gong Baoding hadn’t done anything inappropriate while inside.

In fact, the authority that a regular Containment Officer had was pitifully small; even if Wen Wen wasn’t watching him closely, they couldn’t change anything about the Sanctuary.

But Wen Wen still felt uneasy until Gong Baoding left the Sanctuary. Only then did Wen Wen start to continue his study of philosophical books.

He was determined to secure that Containment Item. Being miserably chased out three times was the biggest blot on Wen Wen’s life so far.

But Wen Wen wasn’t really cut out for studying philosophy. After a whole day of study, he still couldn’t handle those questions.

After all, those questions were too extreme, with very few correct answers.

In the end, Wen Wen decided to attempt one experiment after another. The question bank was only so large; as long as he tried enough times, he was certain to successfully conquer those philosophers.

Wen Wen believed that the harder something was to obtain, the greater its value must be.

...

By the third early morning, Wen Wen had correctly answered the seventh question posed by the white-haired philosopher.

Although Wen Wen didn’t know how many questions each philosopher had in total, he believed that as long as he kept going like this, he could definitely get that thing.

He left the museum with his head spinning and after traveling a distance, he arrived at a red-light district far away from the museum, finding his car.

Since he hadn’t been home at night these days, he needed to make some cover, and this place was the best choice.

Seeing Wen Wen approach, several streetwalkers gathered around. They hadn’t picked up any clients all night and had waited on the roadside until early morning.

Now that they saw Wen Wen, of course, they wouldn’t let him get away.

Wen Wen leaned on the car door with slight disdain, watching as these women marketed themselves.

As he watched, he even found it quite interesting.

In the past, Wen Wen always kept his distance from such matters, but now he could view them with a different attitude—one without emotion, focusing solely on observation.

Perhaps it was the existence of the Catastrophe Containment Facility that had removed Wen Wen from the ranks of ordinary people, and the Catastrophe Prison Warden mode had let him experience the power of the elite, causing these occasional emotions.

But Wen Wen’s observation was quickly halted; his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes narrowed to slits.

Because at the entrance of the alley in this red-light district, there was a man wearing a hood beckoning to Wen Wen.

It was Gao Fang Wen Wen!