Wen Wen had made all the arrangements for the affairs of the Land of Wisdom, and the monster factory was also being transferred steadily.
With Wen Wu, the foundation's affairs were handled in an orderly manner. Wen Wen only needed to oversee the general direction, and Wen Wu could handle the rest.
Wen Wen's personality dictated that he couldn't put his heart into certain things, and Wen Wu compensated for this shortcoming, guiding the development of the containment facility onto the right track.
For the next period, Wen Wen had no work to do, so he decided to go back to his old ways and find some interesting monsters to fight.
Monsters that ordinary containment personnel or demon hunters struggled to defeat, facing near-death battles and bloodshed, were like ants that Wen Wen could crush with a single hand. This made most supernatural cases lose their appeal to him.
He first set his sights on the area around Qianhe City, the foundation's main base. The obvious monsters had all been dealt with, leaving only some difficult opponents.
For example, a terrifying evil spirit was hiding in a villa in the south of the city. It could move freely within the villa, and ordinary superhumans couldn't find its trace. This was from Sudan Novel Network.
When Wen Wen arrived, he simply leveled the entire villa. The evil spirit, no matter how good it was at hiding, was useless.
Then there was a thousand-year-old turtle demon, whose body was as hard as steel and indestructible. Wen Wen arrived and cut it into eight pieces with a single sword.
Don't ask how one sword cut it into eight pieces; just know that Wen Wen was awesome.
There were also monsters that could turn invisible, but in Wen Wen's eyes, they were as obvious as if they were wearing spotlights.
The area around Qianhe City was roughly "toured" by Wen Wen, and any monsters he found were crushed like chicks.
The entire Qianhe City was peaceful and calm, and all sorts of supernatural legends suddenly decreased by more than ninety percent.
After this sweep, he didn't find anything interesting, but he did find something boring.
It was a pool of water, about one cubic meter in volume. It looked like water, checked like water, and tasted like water.
But this seemingly normal water couldn't be frozen or boiled. It contained no microorganisms or minerals. What was drunk came out as the same substance, so it couldn't quench thirst. If used to water plants, the plants would die of thirst.
In short, this thing was extremely abnormal, but there was no discernible use for it, so it was sealed in the containment facility.
There were already a pile of such inexplicable things in the containment facility. It was not appropriate to keep these things outside, but they were truly useless to contain.
For example, a solar-powered flashlight that only lit up during the day, an air-powered water pump that could only be activated when fully exposed to the air, and a fruit knife with sharpness comparable to a black blade, but it couldn't cut any organic matter.
Wen Wen quickly wrote down the records for the "pure water," then slumped onto the desk, sighing boredly.
"Why aren't there any hostile organizations causing trouble? Why isn't anyone extorting protection fees? Don't new organizations usually go through many trials and tribulations..."
Although the SRS Foundation was new, no hidden organization dared to underestimate it.
In fact, in the eyes of some hidden organizations, the foundation was a symbol of bad luck, and any hidden organization that got involved with it suffered great losses.
Although the foundation itself didn't make many big moves, the deterrent power of the Cataclysm-level expert "Black Cross" was ridiculously strong. The most famous incident was the battle in the Holy City.
The few black energy crosses left by Mo Gong in the Holy City still stood tall. The Church of Glory had used all sorts of methods but couldn't remove the energy influence of these crosses. They could only cordon off the surrounding area, waiting for the crosses' energy to dissipate naturally.
Before they had a sufficient understanding of the Cataclysm-level expert "Black Cross," other organizations would not provoke the foundation.
However, just because they didn't provoke the foundation didn't mean the foundation wouldn't provoke them. The foundation's containment personnel, represented by Heng An, were causing trouble throughout the entire Huafu Region, and eventually, some hidden organizations would be unable to bear it.
But at this stage, it was a bit troublesome for Wen Wen to find some fun.
He took out paper and pen and made a list of things that might need to be done.
Go to the Dark Knight to buy photography equipment and fulfill the promise to make a movie about the offensive and defensive arts with Harman.
He also wanted to search for the traces of the Society of Truth, as their museum was likely part of the containment facility.
Furthermore, he wanted to see Wen Rui again. After experiencing that temporal silhouette, he had gained a little more understanding of Wen Rui. Although they were already strangers, he still wanted to try and help Wen Rui.
"Tsk, looking carefully, there are still many things I need to do."
"Hey, no rush, take it slow."
Since his advancement, Wen Wen no longer felt the same sense of urgency. He was already one of the strongest beings on this planet, and as long as he didn't court disaster, it would be difficult to encounter life-threatening danger.
In the real world, the Hunter Association held absolute dominance, and other hidden organizations could only operate in the shadows. If one counted carefully, there were only a few Cataclysm-level existences outside the Hunter Association.
The Pope of the Church of Glory, the President of the Society of Truth, the Speaker of the Will of the Abyss, the Moon God residing in the Arctic secret realm, the ancient god Ensuk hidden in the deep sea, the vampire Vlad Gondor within Chu Wei's body, the Ghost God of Fengdu Ghost City, the old priest of the Church of Glory, and the soon-to-awaken Qilin.
"Whoa, if I count carefully, there are quite a few powerful beings outside."
Moreover, these were only the ones Wen Wen knew of. No one could be sure if there were many powerful beings lurking in the dark. For example, that thing that escaped from the pyramid in the Efai Region, no one knew what it was.
Wen Wen, who had originally planned to go wild, decided to restrain himself a little, not to go too wild, but to be generally unrestrained.
He called Tao Qingqing and Hu Youling, got into the plane piloted by San Zai, and left Qianhe City with the intelligence gathered by the foundation.
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In the North American Region, inside a residential building, an excessively obese couple lay on the ground, snoring.
Beside them stood more than a dozen men in black suits, looking at the couple with ashen faces.
A man with a short beard said heavily, "Including these two, there are already two hundred and seventy-four people who have fallen into a prolonged slumber for no reason..."
"This is just in this province. Similar situations are occurring in every province of the entire region. There is no connection between the victims, meaning the attacks are random."
"After falling into slumber, their bodies are perfectly healthy, but their expressions gradually become extremely painful, as if they are undergoing cruel torture, and they eventually die in torment."
"What's terrifying is that what each of them displays in their expression is different."
A man in a black suit next to him said, "Nuoyi Province suspects the situation is related to their dreams, but they haven't found evidence yet. I think we can investigate from another direction."
The bearded man turned his head and asked, "From what direction?"
"The direction of illusions. These people's state is very similar to being under an illusion. I know an illusion master named Mo Yadi. We can invite him over to see if it's related to illusions."