Wen Wen’s voice was very loud, so the other monsters could also hear him.
If Wen Wen hadn't been so terrifying, they might have cursed him out long ago.
If it weren’t for you, you pervert, would a perfectly good angel have ended up like this?
Hearing Wen Wen’s voice, the Pu Guang Angel immediately noticed Wen Wen was outside the door. He stood up at once, looked towards Wen Wen, bowed slightly, and his expression was fawning.
“Great Disaster Warden, I am no longer the Pu Guang Angel, but a fallen angel loyal to you. I request you give your subordinate a new name… if you are so inclined.”
Seeing the Pu Guang Angel like this sent shivers down Wen Wen’s spine.
He absolutely could not connect the current abomination with the Pu Guang Angel he knew before.
Angels, as a species, considered themselves superior, possessed extremely strong self-esteem, and were also stubborn and rigid, with fanatical faith in their Creator.
Once they deviated from their racial settings for any reason, they might become fallen angels.
Fallen angels could be considered the antithesis of angels, an extremely evil species.
Angels did not necessarily do good deeds, but fallen angels would certainly do bad deeds. Basically, if you saw a fallen angel, you could just “chop” them down; you'd be wrong only 1% of the time.
“Seeing your wings are as black as ink and your body exudes an imposing aura of wickedness, how about… Big Blackie?”
The Pu Guang Angel’s face immediately turned bitter. Any sane being would not like the name Big Blackie, and fallen angels were no exception.
Wen Wen waved his hand and said, “Just kidding, how could I let you be called that? Since you only have one wing left, how about One Wing…”
“Evil Light Angel, my lord, ‘Evil Light Angel’ would be fine.”
The Pu Guang Angel hastily interrupted Wen Wen. If Wen Wen were allowed to name him further, perhaps some bizarre appellation might appear…
Wen Wen’s mood for naming was interrupted by the Evil Light Angel. After a brief arrangement, he left.
Although the Pu Guang… Evil Light Angel claimed to be Wen Wen’s loyal subordinate, Wen Wen could not let him out to act freely. He should continue to stay in the prison.
However, his transformation into a fallen angel at this time might be a good thing for Wen Wen.
His previous plan was somewhat risky. If he could use his fallen angel identity to stir up some trouble, it might become much safer.
Subsequently, Wen Wen took out a box from the containment facility, placed the box into the spatial ring on his toe, and considered his preparations complete.
After leaving the containment facility, Wen Wen checked the time. It was still too early for him to act, so he sat on the sofa and opened his laptop.
He opened the computer not to search for anything interesting. When dealing with the Human Skin Monster incident, Wen Wen had been involved, so he had obtained some inside information and knew there were interesting things online now.
Without much searching, Wen Wen saw a video of the dance he had performed while impersonating the Guide!
Due to the lack of widespread camera technology, there weren't many videos circulating online. At this time, a purely entertainment-focused dance video immediately captured public attention.
If it were just an ordinary dance, it would be fine, but Wen Wen’s dance was too seductive, and his movements were extremely dynamic, something ordinary dancers could never imitate.
After a few days of fermentation, this dance went viral online, with click-through rates remaining high, becoming a genuine “viral” video.
On the Duckpu Duckpu website, this video was given new life, with major video creators vying to adapt it…
In short, anyone who regularly used a computer at this time had basically seen this video.
Wen Wen watched his own dancing in the video, his eyes narrowing slightly. He wondered what expression the Guide would have when he saw this video?
He was currently recovering from his injuries. If seeing this video angered him and caused his wounds to reopen, that would be wonderful.
Wen Wen smiled as he watched the video and read the comments.
Suddenly, he saw a link in the comments and clicked on it out of curiosity. Wen Wen’s smile gradually faded.
The link also contained a video, with a large block of text below explaining it. This video had a similar viewership to Wen Wen’s dance, but its comment count far exceeded that of the dance.
The video content… was a trial!
There was no court, no judge, only a chair and a gaunt man tied to it.
A processed voice was reciting the crimes of the man in the chair.
The man’s name was Zhao Long. His public identity was the owner of a karaoke bar in a small city, but in reality, he was a menace to that city.
Robbery, running illegal businesses, coercing respectable women into prostitution, murder, rape…
The local police had investigated him multiple times, but they had never been able to obtain sufficient evidence to convict him, which made Zhao Long increasingly arrogant.
However, today, Zhao Long had fallen. He was tied to this private court, and each of his crimes was listed. Sudan Novel Network.
There was a voting channel behind the video, with only two options: ‘Live’ and ‘Die.’
If more people voted for ‘Live,’ Zhao Long would be released. If more people voted for ‘Die,’ Zhao Long would be killed by the video’s publisher.
The voting period was one hour.
Wen Wen’s brows furrowed. Why would the Federation allow such a thing to exist?
He did not vote, nor did he look at the voting results. Instead, he closed the video and made a few phone calls.
After the calls ended, Wen Wen rubbed his forehead. He had contacted a few friends who were detectives, as well as an employee of the Hunter Association, and had gained some understanding of this video.
This was not the first trial, but the third.
The federal government had also attempted to shut down this video but found that they could not technically disable this webpage. There were only two ways to stop the trial from continuing.
One was to completely cut off the internet. If the public had no internet access, such a ridiculous trial would naturally stop, but this was obviously impossible.
The other was to find this ‘Judge’ and resolve the issue at its root, but… the Federation could not do that either.
The Federation had sought help from the Hunter Association regarding this matter, but the Hunter Association had determined that the party involved did not use supernatural powers and had not caused significant social harm at the time, so they declined to handle it.
During this period, the majority of the Huafu Association’s energy was consumed by the events in Menxia Province and two other major incidents, naturally leaving them unable to spare any effort for this ‘minor issue.’
Wen Wen rubbed his forehead. He had a nagging feeling that this private trial might escalate to an unmanageable level, but he didn’t have the energy to deal with it at the moment.
He checked the time and then took out a puppet of himself, placing it on the bed to take his place.
Following that, his figure flashed, and he disappeared from the room…