Wen Wen walked up to the curly-haired baboon's cell and observed it for a moment.
Then he noticed the creature scratching its bright red buttocks, sniffing its fingers afterward, completely unbothered by its status as a prisoner.
Wen Wen was speechless. This was the most unfazed monster he’d ever seen inside the containment center.
*"Since you’re so comfortable, you might as well stay here for a while..."*
With that, he headed to the disaster zone’s control hub to test what kind of surprises these two monsters could bring him.
First up was the curly-haired baboon.
As a Disaster-class monster, aside from its formidable physique, the baboon only had one ability—*"Cease Thought."* Wen Wen had no intention of trying that out, so he focused solely on testing its physical attributes.
He had high expectations for its physique, as this was the only Disaster-class monster he’d encountered capable of defeating him head-on.
Before testing, Wen Wen grabbed a few sheets of paper and wrote down some math problems.
These were pure calculation exercises—by timing how long it took to solve them, he could gauge whether the baboon’s intelligence (or lack thereof) had affected him.
Then, he activated the baboon’s physique.
The moment the transformation completed, Wen Wen grinned in delight.
The sheer muscular power surging through his body was unmistakable—far stronger than his vampire form. The only trade-off was losing the vampire’s speed, regeneration, and heightened senses.
But the sheer physical enhancement was staggering. In direct combat, this form would absolutely outclass his vampire physique!
With this body and his *"Critical State"* activated, Wen Wen might even stand a chance against weaker Assimilation-level fighters!
*But…* Given the baboon’s original strength, the boost shouldn’t have been *this* significant.
After a moment’s thought, Wen Wen figured it out.
When the baboon used *"Cease Thought,"* its power surged because its body already possessed immense strength—its brain just couldn’t handle it.
So, by completely shutting off thought, it could unleash its full potential.
But Wen Wen’s intelligence *was* sufficient. He didn’t need *"Cease Thought"* to fully utilize the baboon’s power.
This was an unexpected windfall. Wen Wen couldn’t suppress his grin—genuine, unfiltered joy, something rare for him.
His smile looked different this time, closer to a goofy, dumb grin...
Then, he glanced at the math problems he’d prepared earlier.
After two seconds of contemplation:
*"What the hell is this? Just looking at it gives me a headache. Screw this!"*
With a sweep of his hand, he tore the papers to shreds and scattered them across the floor.
*"How have I never realized how fun this containment center is before?"*
He wandered around, poking at things, examining every little novelty with childlike fascination.
For the first time in years, Wen Wen felt pure, uncomplicated happiness—not the fleeting satisfaction of gaining something or completing a task, but simple, unadulterated joy.
Happiness, it turned out, came in different forms.
Half a day later, Wen Wen finally snapped out of it. He still had the centaur’s physique and abilities to test. Reluctantly, he deactivated the baboon form.
As the transformation faded, his goofy grin twisted into a cold smirk, then blank neutrality, before finally settling into a bitter grimace.
Staring at the shredded paper littering the floor, he muttered, *"What… just happened? Did I get hit with an idiot beam?"*
Every single thing he’d done in that state played back vividly in his mind, each action making him want to curse.
*"The moment I switch to that physique, my IQ just vanishes. I should use it sparingly…"*
*"But it’s not useless. If I ever start losing control, switching to that form might help me stabilize."*
Wen Wen wasn’t too disheartened. It had been a long time since he’d felt that carefree. Even if he wouldn’t willingly return to that state, he couldn’t bring himself to resent it.
Next, he tested the centaur’s physique and abilities.
His eyebrow twitched.
The centaur was different from other monsters. In the Disaster Glove’s interface, every other prison number glowed faintly—except the centaur’s, which was dim.
*"There’s a difference between monsters I capture myself and those acquired otherwise."*
Upon activating the centaur’s physique, he confirmed the discrepancy—this form only had about half its normal strength.
*"That makes sense. If there weren’t restrictions like this, I could just sit back, recruit more Containment Officers, and become invincible without lifting a finger..."*
The centaur’s physique was useless, but its ability was decent: *"Precision Shot."*
Every centaur was a peerless archer, and this was their innate racial skill.
Even weakened by half, the ability still benefited Wen Wen.
At the very least, it made his shooting far more accurate.
With some practice, he might even master advanced techniques—like curving bullets by flicking his wrist mid-shot...
After finishing his tests, Wen Wen stroked his chin in contemplation.
*"Recruiting more Containment Officers really does have its perks. Even halved, these strange abilities can significantly diversify my skillset."*
No time like the present. Confirmed in his decision, Wen Wen pressed the Disaster Glove against his Containment Officer badge, summoning several floating bubbles again.
Thanks to Gong Bao Ding, Wen Wen wasn’t completely clueless about recruitment now.
This time, he wouldn’t pick someone close to him. The ideal candidate would have zero connection to him, minimizing exposure risks.
As he focused on each bubble, information about the potential officers flooded his mind.
He sifted through them one by one, unsatisfied with most. At this stage, he didn’t want too many officers—each selection had to be deliberate.
When he immersed his consciousness into the fifth bubble, a scene unfolded in his mind:
A cramped, dim dungeon.
A young man in tattered clothes sat in the corner, heavy shackles weighing down his wrists and ankles.
Yet his eyes were bright, brimming with hope for the future.
Outside the cell, a woman in a gray robe rasped in a grating voice:
*"Join us. You don’t belong in the outside world. True Profane Blood flows in your veins—you should stand with us."*
*"Just nod, and you’ll walk free. Wealth beyond measure, power beyond imagination—all yours with a single word."*