After leaving the printer, Wen Wen arrived at the cell holding Brukley and the Mosquito Woman.
In an act of "great mercy," Wen Wen had connected their cells, allowing them to interact freely.
Their shared living space was the envy of other monsters—painted entirely in soft pink, it exuded a warm, cozy atmosphere.
The room was equipped with a full home theater system, stocked exclusively with romance films.
All their dietary requests were accommodated as much as possible, except for Brukley’s craving for human brains, which had to be substituted with broccoli. The goal was to eliminate any external factors that might interfere with their blossoming love.
The most outrageous part? Their bedroom was a soundproofed private chamber, furnished with every conceivable tool a couple might need—whether their relationship was built on Platonic purity or a dominatrix-slave dynamic, everything was provided.
To design this room, Wen Wen had consulted a Foundation expert. Though the expert had given him a strange look upon hearing the request, Wen Wen had made this sacrifice for the sake of his grand plan.
His goal was simple: to turn the Mosquito Woman into a love-struck fool, only to cruelly rip that love away later, transforming her into a cold, emotionless monster.
Of course, the key to this scheme was ensuring Brukley remained by her side. To secure his cooperation, Wen Wen had agreed to some of Brukley’s demands—namely, granting him a degree of freedom once everything was over.
Wen Wen had not only agreed but also signed a contract with Brukley, ensuring the latter played his role convincingly.
However, things weren’t as rosy as Brukley imagined. Wen Wen planned to include him in the ritual as the embodiment of **Malice**.
The containment facility housed countless monsters tainted by malice—originally, Wen Wen had considered using Dr. Feng or the Tailor. But upon reflection, Brukley’s ambition to let mosquitoes dominate the world was far more despicable.
Besides, after the ritual, Brukley’s **malice** would be extracted. Even if granted some freedom, the benefits outweighed the risks.
As for the other "victims" of the ritual, Wen Wen had already made his selections—only a monster representing **Sorrow** remained.
The monster representing **Joy** was, naturally, Laughing Paste. Since his containment, Wen Wen had furnished his cell with all sorts of amusing items, including a mirror.
Through this mirror, Laughing Paste could enter the Mirror Maze and play endlessly with the containment officers. The carefree fool had no idea he was about to lose his joy forever.
The monster representing **Rage** wasn’t one Wen Wen had captured—it was a creature apprehended by Xiong Ying. A Disaster-class (Lower) entity called **Fury Ape**, it was a two-meter-tall red-furred simian.
Discovered near a volcanic crater, this ape seemed to harbor endless fury. Just how intense was its rage?
A normal conflict might go:
*"What’re you looking at?"*
*"What’s it to you?"*
*"Wanna fight?"*
*"Bring it on!"*
But Fury Ape’s version was:
*BAM!* (Punches someone to death)
*"You didn’t look at me—are you disrespecting me?!"*
Wen Wen was thoroughly satisfied with its rage.
As for **Fear**, the chosen monster was Wen Wen’s "mount," the Ghost Dragon.
Originally, Wen Wen had planned to pick any random monster, beat it until it feared everything, or simply select one fresh out of the Punishment Chamber.
But he was pleasantly surprised to find that after the demon hunt, the Ghost Dragon had grown timid—now even a stray cat could make it yelp.
This particular Ghost Dragon had always been the most cowardly of the nine. Ever since its humiliating public beating by the demon Valac—where it was skewered like a candied hawthorn—it had developed full-blown combat phobia.
Now, even a bird flying overhead could make it shiver mid-flight, to the point where Wen Wen no longer wanted to ride it.
If the ritual could strip away its fear, Wen Wen would be overjoyed.
Lastly, the emotion **Desire** was embodied by Hu Youling. As one of the earliest monsters Wen Wen had subdued, the fox spirit had long been obedient—but her insatiable desires often led to mistakes during work.
Thus, Wen Wen decided to "fix" this flaw, turning her into an ascetic fox spirit.
After leaving this area, Wen Wen arrived at the cell of the Demon-Human, Olivia.
By now, Olivia had been completely transformed—her skin darkened, her body morbidly obese, her face covered in festering sores.
Wen Wen had prepared an identity for her. In a few days, she would be sent to wander the streets of the North American Sector. This identity was carefully crafted to carry every possible stigmatized label.
In the unique social environment of the North American Sector, these labels would ensure she faced the utmost discrimination.
Once, she had looked down on humans from her lofty perch. Now, Wen Wen would make sure she experienced the bitterness of being despised by those very humans.
Chains had been implanted within her body, preventing her from committing suicide or using her knowledge to improve her situation.
As for whether this was cruel? Wen Wen couldn’t care less. When these demons treated humans as inferior playthings, had they ever considered cruelty?
Olivia’s powers hadn’t gone to waste, either. Redbeard had refined them into a sleek black-feathered overcoat.
When worn, the coat granted the user Olivia’s abilities for short bursts in critical moments.
Since the coat’s form was naturally shaped by her power, Wen Wen couldn’t wear it himself. Tao Qingqing already had plenty of gear, so Wen Wen saw no need to over-arm her.
For now, the coat remained in storage—perhaps it would make a nice gift for the next "maid" he recruited.
Finally, Wen Wen entered a quiet, desolate chamber. At its center lay a five-meter-tall red-furred beast: Yin Tianzi, Luo Feng.
However, the once-mighty Yin Tianzi now rested in rather pitiful conditions—a pile of tattered cardboard served as his bed. After all, his grand coffin had been confiscated by Wen Wen.
When first captured, this True Sequence entity had been utterly uncooperative, putting on airs as the "Northern Yin Emperor."
After some "persuasion" from Wen Wen, he had conveniently fallen into a coma, proving himself a slippery character. Still, since Wen Wen had essentially picked him up for free, he didn’t feel particularly regretful.