The scarlet aura poured into Wen Wen’s body, making his normally dull expression turn increasingly bizarre.
“Heh… hehehe.”
The mad aura possessed the ability to erode reason. Combined with the intellectually challenged attributes of the curly-haired orangutan and the power of sorrowful emotions, it unexpectedly restored some of Wen Wen’s intelligence.
This Staff of Madness was something Wen Wen had deliberately brought with him.
He feared that in his curly-haired orangutan state, he would be too idiotic and incompetent to handle tasks. Thus, he thought that going a bit mad might allow him to perform his missions better.
However, he hadn’t expected that Wen Wen, having transformed into the curly-haired orangutan’s physique, would forget about the Staff of Madness.
Fortunately, through a twist of fate, the mad aura was finally injected into his body. Otherwise, Wen Wen might have sat there for a long time before remembering he had things to do.
However, under the influence of the mad aura, Wen Wen did not capture the old bear immediately. Instead, he took out a razor and first shaved the old bear into the hairstyle of Emperor Vitu, a state of “slight baldness,” before finally collecting it.
Afterward, Wen Wen immediately switched his physique, dispelled the mad aura, and sat in place for a while before returning to his normal state.
“Next time I use the curly-haired orangutan physique, I should establish a proper supervision system. Otherwise, who knows what absurd things I might do with this physique.”
Wen Wen sniffed his fingers again, and his face contorted in extreme disgust. He had actually performed such an indecent act in front of others.
He then looked at the Staff of Madness. Fortunately, the head of the staff had been cleaned before, and he hadn't used it to probe any unspeakable things. Otherwise, all those things would have ended up in his mouth.
After the old bear was captured, the rampant emotional force in the vicinity also dissipated.
However, Klimi and Boyev had not yet recovered. Because Wen Wen had not promptly collected the old bear after beating it, the emotional force had spread for too long, plunging the two into deep sorrow.
Wen Wen circled around them twice and found them in pathetic postures with colorful expressions, murmuring things only they understood.
So, Wen Wen carried out the surveillance cameras from the containment facility and recorded a segment for each of them, uploading them to the hunting terminal for safekeeping.
Then, he snapped his fingers and shot a wrist-thick stream of water from his palm onto Klimi and Boyev’s faces.
In this weather, the stimulation of cold water immediately brought them back to their senses.
Once they regained their senses, they cautiously walked to the entrance of the dilapidated courtyard. Seeing that the old bear had disappeared, they both let out a sigh of relief.
It seemed Wen Wen had dealt with the old bear, and they wouldn’t have to experience the power of sorrow tonight. Just these two experiences tonight would ensure they wouldn’t sleep well for the next ten-odd days.
However, they were also curious about how Wen Wen managed to capture that old bear. Could becoming intellectually challenged truly resist the old bear’s emotional force?
There was only one old bear, and no other similar monsters to verify their hypothesis.
But even if the opportunity arose, they wouldn’t try it. The idiotic appearance Wen Wen had displayed before was something that, if spread, would likely lead to ridicule.
It was a shame there was no video at the time; otherwise, no one would believe them if they told the story.
Seeing their strange expressions, Wen Wen let out a cold snort, took out the hunting terminal, placed it in front of them, and played the two videos in sequence.
Upon seeing the videos, Boyev and the other man’s expressions changed drastically. Klimi said sternly, “We let you in; that’s already helping you. Are you trying to threaten us with this?”
Wen Wen shook his head and deleted the two videos in front of them.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t see your embarrassing states. You two should also pretend you didn’t see my previous appearance. It’s best if only the three of us know about the scene during the capture of this old bear today. Otherwise, it won’t just be me who loses face.”
“No problem, no problem. Heaven knows, I know, you know, he knows…” Boyev and the other man chuckled. They were certainly willing to keep secrets from each other.
The three of them huddled together and concocted an alternate version of the story. In this story, all three of them were iron-blooded heroes.
Facing all sorts of trials, they remained unfazed and were not affected by emotional forces, ultimately subduing the old bear and resolving the great threat of the White Bear Forbidden Palace.
Someday in the future, the play “Three Heroes Outwit Remnants of the Former Court” was even staged at the Klimi Grand Theatre. However, due to the truly terrible screenplay, it was only performed once and never appeared again…
…
Wen Wen gave Klimi’s polar bear a few cows as snacks and bought a case of ‘tea’ for Boyev as a gift before leaving the White Bear Forbidden Palace and returning to the hotel where the tour group was staying.
Of course, what he gave Boyev was not just this ‘tea,’ which was comparable to alcohol, but also a batch of containment points to thank him for helping him find the monster representing ‘sorrow.’
With the capture of the old bear, Wen Wen had gathered all seven monsters and all the materials required for his ritual.
All that remained was to wait for the final stop of the tour to end, after which Wen Wen would travel to a nearby location to perform the ritual. He would then resolve a major hidden danger within himself: the remnant soul of the Singer of the Nameless King!
Therefore, Wen Wen could enjoy his play with peace of mind for the remaining ten-odd days, savoring this hard-won travel time.
It was already late at night. Most people in the hotel had gone to sleep. Only a room on the fourth floor had its light on; it was Wen Wen’s room, and he had deliberately left the light on when he left.
Wen Wen pondered for a moment and felt that if he walked back normally, he might disturb others. So, he tiptoed, crawling up the wall like a spider back to his room.
Don’t ask him why he didn’t take the usual route; just know that this guy wasn’t an ordinary person.
Halfway up, Wen Wen instinctively glanced at the room on the third floor. Upon seeing the scene inside, he couldn’t help but frown.
He saw that the people in that room were not sleeping, and there wasn’t just one person inside, but five people: two women and three men.
Don’t misunderstand; they weren’t engaged in group activities. Instead, they were kneeling by the living room, with a copy of the Creation Church’s scripture placed in the center, all softly reciting from it.
“What are they doing…”
The Creation Church was the largest religion in the Federation, so it wasn’t strange that many demon hunters were followers of the Creation Church.
What was strange was why they were gathered in the middle of the night to read scriptures.
There was a small chapel nearby; wouldn’t it be better to go there?
The more Wen Wen looked, the more he found the situation eerie. Perhaps they were performing some evil ritual, or perhaps these demon hunters were influenced by something.
So, he crept closer to the window and stared, trying to find evidence of their wicked intentions.