"Heh, heh, that scene, thinking about it makes my blood rush. For this goal, perhaps I should join the Hunter Association..."
The boring fantasy concluded, Wen Wen tapped his chin, contemplating what to do next.
"Recruiting containment officers is a must. With so many prisons, I definitely can't fill them all myself..."
"But I can't just recruit anyone. First and foremost, I can't expose my own identity. Although the contract seems very safe, this world is so crazy, who knows what might happen in the end."
"Let's experiment with Uncle Gong first. I owe him a favor, and saving his life will settle that debt."
"Speaking of which, no wonder he lets people call him Uncle Gong. It turns out his real name is Gong Bao Ding. Just hearing it sounds delicious, heh heh."
...
Since he had decided to recruit Gong Bao Ding as a containment officer, Wen Wen naturally had to go and assess him.
However, before going to the Hunter Association, he needed to prepare some things.
During the period of capturing monsters, Wen Wen had acquired some items whose value he was unsure of. He planned to take them to the Hunter Association for appraisal.
If the price there was suitable, he would sell them. If the price was not suitable, Wen Wen would just take them back.
He deliberated and took out two glass beads, the carapace of a turtle demon, a spherical object suspected to be the demon core of a chicken demon, and a branch from the Whispering Tree Spirit. These four items.
Speaking of which, the Whispering Tree Spirit was not of much use to Wen Wen. The ability to simulate voices became tiresome after a few plays.
This ability was only good for fooling ordinary people. Superpowered individuals or monsters rarely distinguished friend from foe based solely on voice.
Therefore, if the branch of the Whispering Tree Spirit was very valuable, Wen Wen planned to strip it bare and sell it all.
Actually, Wen Wen had had this idea before, but he himself couldn't enter the prison cells back then, so he could only watch from outside.
Taking his items, Wen Wen drove to the Hunter Association. Midway, he suddenly found the road blocked, with large numbers of vehicles unable to proceed.
"Accident ahead?"
Wen Wen pushed open his car door, stood on the roof, and looked ahead. He saw a procession.
The banners they carried were... the Church of Creation!
"A Church of Creation event? Speaking of which, the Church of Creation's activities have become increasingly frequent recently... ever since Yan Xiu arrived here!"
Wen Wen could vaguely sense a special aura intertwined above the procession.
That was the power of faith from everyone in the procession, intertwined with the power of the deity they believed in, forming a special kind of strength.
This aura made the protesters more devout and made the onlookers have a better impression of the Church of Creation.
Frankly, it was quite a positive force, so Wen Wen didn't have any ill feelings towards the Church of Creation.
In a world that was outwardly calm but inwardly turbulent, having faith was a great fortune for the populace.
But Wen Wen always felt that things were not that simple.
He suddenly remembered Miao Xin Yi's words: the Church of Glory was also a secretive organization...
And she said that almost every major secretive organization had a connection to a Calamity-level existence in the inner world!
So, for the Church of Creation, which had existed in the Federation for thousands of years, what kind of entity was their deity, the so-called Creator?
The more people chanted the name of an evil god, the closer that Calamity-level existence was pulled into the real world...
So many people chanting its name, believing in its existence...
If the Creator was indeed a Calamity-level existence from the inner world, then perhaps a passage between the outer and inner worlds had already been established!
Upon realizing a certain possibility, Wen Wen suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!
He suddenly felt that behind the Church of Creation lay an immeasurably vast shadow, a shadow that made it difficult for him to breathe.
"Perhaps I'm overthinking it. According to the scriptures of the Church of Creation, the Creator is omniscient, omnipotent, the creator of all, transcends all, and stands at the apex of the universe, looking down upon everything..."
"If that's truly the case, perhaps the inner world was also created by them, who knows."
Wen Wen tried to convince himself not to think about that possibility, but the thought simply wouldn't go away.
He vaguely remembered hearing a saying somewhere that all supernatural powers in the world originated from the inner world!
So the Creator...
Wen Wen tapped his forehead and laughed out loud.
He always thought of things in a dark light. It wasn't just the Church of Creation; other organizations weren't any better in his mind, including the Hunter Association. Sudan Novel Network
Unless there was clear evidence, a mere thought explained nothing.
"However, regardless, they caused traffic congestion, that's for sure. If I meet Yan Xiu at the Hunter Association, I must mock him!"
Because of the procession, Wen Wen took a detour, spending much more time to reach the Eighth Psychiatric Hospital and find Lin Zhe Yuan.
"You never come to my place without a reason. Speak, what do you want?"
Lin Zhe Yuan, who was processing documents, saw Wen Wen and put down his pen, leaning back in his chair as he asked.
"Um... it's like this, I wanted to ask if you guys accept parts from monsters. As you know, I've hunted quite a few monsters and have accumulated some of these things."
Wen Wen sat opposite him and chuckled twice at Lin Zhe Yuan.
"We do, but normally those things are settled in demon hunter coins. However, you're not an internal member of the Hunter Association, so you'll only get cash."
"Cash..."
Wen Wen hesitated. Cash wasn't very useful to him. Those things could be exchanged for cash, but cash couldn't buy those things.
He was considering whether to join the Hunter Association. In the future, his containment officers would primarily come from the Hunter Association, essentially poaching from their talent pool.
Under such circumstances, it would be much easier to handle some matters if he joined the Hunter Association himself.
"Appraisal doesn't cost money, right?" After hesitating, Wen Wen asked.
"It doesn't cost money." Lin Zhe Yuan helplessly covered his forehead, finding Wen Wen too stingy.
"Alright then, where do I get it appraised?"
"The branch doesn't have appraisers. Appraisal requires mailing it to the provincial headquarters. But you can just show me, I'm more professional than them."
Lin Zhe Yuan's True Sight, gained through his assimilation state, had already brought him a vast amount of forbidden knowledge. Appraising some materials from monsters was naturally a piece of cake.
Generally, as the head of a branch, Lin Zhe Yuan wouldn't need to personally appraise things; he was merely curious about what items Wen Wen had.
Wen Wen placed the items in front of Lin Zhe Yuan, letting him examine them one by one.
Taking this opportunity, he glanced at the document on Lin Zhe Yuan's desk.
Fuxing City demon hunter Yan Bi Qing, failed promotion, fled towards Furong River City, along the way...
Before he could finish reading, Lin Zhe Yuan closed the document.
Failed promotion, why would they flee, and yet an order was issued for nearby demon hunters to capture them...
Could failure in promotion bring about unexpected changes?
Uncle Gong's expression had been strange when he mentioned the assimilation realm.
What exactly was the assimilation realm?