CHAPTER 1059: CHAPTER 1061: CHAOTIC SLUMS

Following the faint aura, Wen Wen found the slum and discovered signs of chaos.

Countless supporters from the Dongyou Region, dressed in white uniforms, had sealed off the slum.

Loud screams, explosions, and occasional gunfire could be heard within the vast slum.

Dressed in a white coat, Wen Wen stood atop a building, his expression somewhat grim.

Clearly, he was a bit late. The monster born from negative emotions had grown considerably, and now killing it wouldn’t be easy.

As the commotion continued, Baidiya would become increasingly chaotic, and chaos would further strengthen that entity.

A Demon Hunter in a white robe, with a big beard, smashed a black-skinned one-armed man into pieces with a punch.

After wiping his hands, he looked up at Wen Wen on the rooftop, nodding with a smile.

The Demon Hunter assumed Wen Wen was one of them, as he also wore a white robe.

Perhaps due to the sand and heat, people in the Dongyou Region favored wearing white robes, so Wen Wen blended seamlessly with the atmosphere in his white coat.

As for why Wen Wen wore a white coat, it was because the battle with the Cicada Ancestor had been so intense that his Containment Officer uniform was left in tatters.

Although the uniform could automatically repair itself, such severe damage would take a long time to mend, so Wen Wen had been wearing the white coat all this while.

Putting aside his attire, despite the involvement of many Demon Hunters and supporters trying to quell the chaos in the slum, the situation remained bleak.

The chaos was not just due to the monsters but also the humans.

Many individuals who had previously awakened their Supernatural Powers were scheming to use their abilities for personal gain, further escalating the chaos.

In the deepening chaos, some commoners sought to profit amidst the turmoil.

They seized others’ belongings and even stormed supermarkets for a ’free shopping spree’.

The most fundamental human need is survival. Only when this need is met can there be others like safety, social interaction, respect, and self-actualization.

As the saying goes, ’poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people’. If basic survival needs cannot be met, expecting them to follow ’morals’ and ’laws’ is pure fantasy.

Their daily life was already unsatisfactory. Now, they seized the opportunity to make a windfall to improve their situation.

Even the usually clear-headed or those not on the brink of destitution were influenced by some bizarre forces, causing chaos among the crowd.

Apart from commoners and newly awakened superpower users, the main culprits were black-skinned monstrous figures.

These creatures hid among the crowd, launching sporadic attacks on the Hunters Association members.

Because the supporters had to spare the commoners, they couldn’t effectively control the situation, and the chaos kept escalating.

The Demon Hunter who had previously smashed a black-skinned monster was also caught in a tough battle.

This Demon Hunter’s power was his pair of indestructible iron fists, possessing immense strength, but they were useless if they couldn’t hit the target.

A black-skinned old woman turned her joints and crawled at incredible speeds, making it impossible for the Demon Hunter to even grab her clothes.

Each time the old woman passed by the Demon Hunter, she stripped away a bit of his flesh with her fingertips.

Even if this Demon Hunter were as sturdy as a bull, he couldn’t withstand this peeling-paint strategy.

Wen Wen couldn’t bear to watch any longer. He snapped his fingers in the dark, summoning hundreds of tiger-like puppets armed with guns.

He instructed these puppets to assist the Hunters Association in maintaining order.

Then he teleported in front of the white-robed Demon Hunter, knocking the old woman down with a punch, her head spinning several times.

Normally, a punch like this would guarantee the death of any monster, but the old woman’s head spun back to its normal position, and she grinned at Wen Wen.

"Well, that’s pretty tough."

The old woman’s resilient neck made Wen Wen a bit more serious.

He easily caught the old woman, scanned her body with his senses, and immediately understood the situation.

She was already dead before becoming this kind of monster.

The other black-skinned troublemakers were the same.

All of them bore a sinister aura, spreading like poison!

The effect was akin to a severely weakened version of Frenzy, making the populace irrational, which is why the riots spread like a virus throughout the slum.

But there must be a source. They couldn’t infect others, so someone must have transformed them this way.

This old woman was likely the strongest among the black-skinned individuals, and Wen Wen might find some clues from her. So, Wen Wen grabbed the old woman and took her to a campsite near the slum.

The command center for the entire slum operation is located within this camp.

The person in charge of the camp is a demon hunter dressed in a white robe with a big beard.

This demon hunter is named Owen, an Upper Sequence Superpower User.

Indeed, this person shares almost the same characteristics as the previous iron-fist superpower user.

Or rather, the demon hunters here are basically of that look.

Wen Wen looked at Owen for a long time, and still couldn’t see any difference between him and the previous guy. Their unified attire almost gave Wen Wen face blindness.

They all wore long white robes, had similar skin tones, and all had beards...

With time being pressing, Wen Wen didn’t dwell on the appearance issue, but rather instructed Owen:

"Have your subordinates fire warning shots and quickly control the situation. Those civilians who don’t follow orders, just shoot them directly."

"Maintaining stability is the most important thing right now. We must restore order to this slum as soon as possible, or more people might die."

Owen shook his head, rejecting Wen Wen’s proposal: "Among these people, there are those black-skinned corpses hiding. Recklessly opening fire might escalate the chaos..."

Wen Wen nodded: "Leave those corpses to me."

"Now, there are at least a hundred black-skinned corpses hidden in the slum, scattered in different places. Can you handle them alone..." Owen’s face was full of doubt.

Wen Wen’s eyes narrowed slightly, and Owen sensed a pressure, suddenly realizing that Wen Wen’s strength was far beyond his imagination.

"Have your men bring a mirror if possible, and leave the rest to me."

Although puzzled, Owen followed Wen Wen’s suggestion and passed the orders down.

First, Mystic Detectives are quite renowned among the demon hunter community, and secondly, Wen Wen was invited by Ishna to quell the chaos, so they had to give Ishna some respect.

Within minutes, each supporter team received a mirror.

Then they began to fire warning shots, using their firearms to control the situation. Many people, facing the armed supporters, remained defiant, continuing looting and rioting.

Because they believed they were Federation citizens, the supporters wouldn’t dare to open fire.

But when a few people fell into pools of blood, the entire slum finally quieted down. Although their emotions had been influenced by an unknown force, the influence was not strong, and under the threat of death, they all stopped rioting, preparing to return home and wait for things to end.

At this moment, strange black-skinned figures rushed out from the crowd heading straight for the supporters.

They were bizarre creations made by Caramy after killing, using the black skeleton, deliberately stirring up greater chaos, making residents of the city feel extreme anxiety and fear.

During the previous riots, there was no need for them to come out, they were only hunting supporters and demon hunters in the dark.

But now, with the riots showing signs of subsiding, they jumped out to fight.

As long they suppressed the gun-wielding supporters, those retreating residents would go mad again, escalating the chaos further, at which point a few shots and deaths would not suffice to stop it.

Outside the command center, Wen Wen’s left eye flashed a terrifying silver light.

With his Mirror Eye fully unleashed, he traversed countless mirrors throughout the slum, locking onto the black-skinned corpses one by one.

Within less than a minute, Wen Wen had traversed all the mirrors in the slum, locking onto nearly a hundred black-skinned corpses.

Then Wen Wen shouted lowly, countless black energy swords arose, blocking all the light near the command center.

"Go!"

These black energy swords divided into over a hundred parts, quickly flying to every corner of the slum.

The black-skinned corpses that were just about to attack the supporters were nailed to the ground by one energy sword after another.

Their vitality was extremely resilient, but this was only in regard to ordinary people. Against Wen Wen’s Evil Speech Thousand Sword Technique, they couldn’t make any effective resistance and were wiped out by Wen Wen at once.

Possibly six or seven escaped fishes might remain in the slum now, but these the demon hunters could handle themselves.

A moment later, Owen looked at Wen Wen in shock. Through feedback from the supporters, he learned what Wen Wen had been doing earlier—this mystic detective managed to simultaneously clear all the black-skinned corpses throughout the slum on his own!

If all the black-skinned corpses were thrown in one place, Owen himself could strangle them all single-handedly.

But with them dispersed among hundreds of thousands of people, to pinpoint and eliminate them simultaneously wasn’t something an ordinary superpower user could accomplish.

In fact, even for Wen Wen, it would have been impossible before he advanced.

Just to traverse all the millions of mirrors here in one minute isn’t something an ordinary True Sequence can do.

Compared to the precision needed to lock onto those black-skinned corpses, the consumption of the Evil Speech Thousand Sword Technique is simply negligible!