Wen Wen cupped the scarred face of Huo Zu Yi, lifting him up and licking his lips as he pondered how to deal with him.
On the ground lay a corpse, unrecognizable, belonging to a prison guard. He was Wen Wen's first victim, the first to cry out in fear.
Huo Zu Yi, held aloft by Wen Wen, was too terrified to think, his bowels erupting. Normally, Wen Wen would have been disgusted, but now he reveled in this sight.
Wen Wen's right eyelid twitched violently, a reflection of his internal struggle against losing control. But the resistance that usually subdued his perverse self now merely made his eyelid tremble.
If nothing unexpected happened, Wen Wen would continue to be lost in a brutal rampage until he destroyed himself or found a new desire.
But at this moment, a change occurred. The robe of the Disaster Prison Superintendent materialized on Wen Wen, and dense, solidified black energy dispersed the red mist engulfing him, binding him tightly.
The Disaster Gauntlet appeared automatically, its black portions expanding until they coated Wen Wen’s entire body, making him look as though he were clad in a black bodysuit.
The red mist fiercely resisted the black power, but it was futile, only slowly being extinguished.
Deep within Wen Wen's soul, there was a special place, the origin of every superpowered being's ability, the abode of the strong remnant spirits that granted them their powers.
Currently, it resembled a cavern of flesh and blood. A colossal red monster was laughing wildly and meaninglessly. It was the remnant spirit symbolizing Wen Wen's superhuman power!
This monster was ten meters tall, with three heads, seven arms, and thirteen legs, its back covered in countless red tails. Every face bore the same expression—
Tendrils of black chains bound the bloody monster, crushing its body into a spherical bead no larger than an eyeball. The bead flew into the hands of the black-robed figure, who idly toyed with it.
The black palace, the black-robed figure on the throne, and the red bead in his hand formed a peculiar tableau, a scene that seemed eternal.
…
After the bloody monster transformed into a sphere, Wen Wen regained consciousness. He lowered the scarred face, touched his own, and stared blankly for a long while.
He remembered the entire process of his transformation into the bloody monster, remembered all his thoughts at that time, remembered the sensation of killing that prison guard. The feeling was so exhilarating that he even felt a desire to experience it again!
“Is that… my ability?”
Wen Wen shook his head with self-mockery. The malevolence had been driven away, the rage contained, yet he had once again fallen into a state of uncontrollability and killed someone.
“A person like me… truly deserves to die…”