Chapter 150: Time to Settle Some Debts

"KSC-0... must be contained in a specialized containment unit 100 meters underground. The unit is constructed with 15 meters of high-strength alloy and 5 meters of energy shielding to withstand KSC-0’s destructive capabilities (though field tests suggest this may not be enough).

KSC-0 is a young male Revived One, noted for his handsome appearance and a suspected charm effect, as he has already caused multiple female Demon Slayers to neglect their work and frequently visit the restroom.

KSC-0 appears to be a naïve, clueless university student, but occasionally exhibits unstable behavior. His estimated destructive potential is extremely high. His body contains an uncontrollable General-rank Demonic Cancer Dragon, and tests indicate that KSC-0 can easily overpower KSC-1, the toy bear with a 5-ton punching force (in its pink form)..."

Luo Saihu stared at the report in front of him, utterly dumbfounded.

After a long silence, he looked up at Xiang Xiaoyuan.

"...Based on the containment risk classifications, isn’t rating Chen Huai’an as A-Class (Apollyon-level) a bit too much?"

"It’s not excessive at all." Xiang Xiaoyuan sighed and handed him a photograph.

In the picture...

With his other hand, he was gripping the demonic sniper rifle—twisted into a pretzel shape.

Both the bear’s and the rifle’s heads were buried into the shattered metal floor, as if in repentance.

"Motherf—!! Is this for real?!"

Luo Saihu knew exactly how notorious the Toy Bear and the Demonic Sniper Rifle were.

These two were infamous as the "twin tumors" of the C-Province Demon Slayer Bureau’s containment facility.

The Toy Bear was practically unkillable, possessing limitless strength. When it entered attack mode, its fur would gradually shift from pink to deep red. Once fully red, its punching force would exceed 100 tons—meaning it had to be either subdued or calmed down while still in pink mode.

Meanwhile, the Demonic Sniper Rifle was a living weapon with a sentient spirit.

However...

It was extremely arrogant.

It had a short temper.

It frequently jammed or misfired out of spite.

Most importantly, it refused to be used by men.

Only female Revived Ones could wield it, and the prettier the woman, the more stable the rifle’s mood.

But even then, after about five shots, it would get bored and refuse to fire.

The rifle was classified as a cursed artifact, similar to Japan’s infamous Muramasa demon swords.

But unlike the Muramasa blades, it had still helped the Bureau eliminate several high-threat monsters in the past.

Its power and arrogance were undeniable.

And yet, here it was...

Reduced to a crumpled mess, trembling like a bullied schoolkid.

When had anyone ever seen the Demonic Sniper Rifle suffer such humiliation?!

"We’ve already moved Chen Huai’an to a new containment room—larger, more comfortable. The last one was completely wrecked... He’s been debating whether he should compensate us for damages. Ɽáɴ?ᛒĚ?

Honestly, the losses are significant... but even if Director Li Changbai comes back, I doubt he’d dare make this guy pay."

Li Changbai—Governor of the C-Province Demon Slayer Bureau and a General-rank Demon Slayer—was currently dealing with the Black Coffin anomaly at Mount Longhu.

That situation was just as troublesome, and he hadn’t returned to the containment facility in a long time.

For now, the facility was being managed by Zhao Ying, Xiang Xiaoyuan, and the various division chiefs.

Luo Saihu was silent for a moment before saying,

"...I want to meet this kid. Can I?"

"Of course. Chen Huai’an is in a terrible mood, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you."

Xiang Xiaoyuan gave Luo Saihu a meaningful smile.

"Welcome back, Director Luo... It’s truly a relief that you’re alive."

…

Chen Huai’an was completely stunned when he saw Luo Saihu.

For the past two days, he had been drowning in guilt...

He had assumed Luo Saihu had already been cremated.

Yet now, here he was—alive and standing in front of him.

And strangely...

Luo Saihu’s presence felt oddly familiar.

Something about his aura gave off a strange sense of kinship...

Almost as if...

They were long-lost twin brothers?!

Luo Saihu noticed Chen Huai’an’s dumbfounded expression and grinned.

"Surprised to see me alive, kid?"

He flexed his arm, and his cancerous cells writhed, forming a giant eyeball on his bicep.

"My ability is Assimilation. At death’s door, I absorbed the dragon’s demonic cancer cells and survived. Now, my body is fully composed of these super cells, and I’ve even ranked up to Elite Soldier-Class."

Chen Huai’an stared at the eyeball on Luo Saihu’s bicep, his brain buzzing.

Before he could stop himself, he blurted out—

"Bro, you’re the real Tumor Superman?!"

"...Tumor Superman? That’s a fantastic name!"

Luo Saihu nodded approvingly.

"Every Elite Soldier-Class Demon Slayer needs a codename... From now on, I’m Tumor Superman."

…

After chatting for a bit, the topic shifted to money.

"Any ways to make money?"

Chen Huai’an looked at Luo Saihu with hopeful eyes.

"Like... I don’t know, maybe livestreaming? That Toy Bear and Sniper Rifle would make great streamers."

Luo Saihu: "…"

What kind of brain thinks of making containment objects into streamers?!

Still...

After thinking it over, Luo Saihu realized it was actually feasible.

"Chen Huai’an... since the Spiritual Qi Revival, the existence of monsters can no longer be kept secret. The Demon Slayer Bureau, the government, and major factions have shifted from concealment to public awareness and education.

But we need time... and a more subtle, entertaining approach.

Your idea isn’t bad. I’ll bring it up with Zhao Ying."

After all, only Chen Huai’an could keep those two containment objects under control.

However, Luo Saihu’s expression darkened slightly.

"...But why do you need so much money?

You’re in a containment facility—food, clothing, and shelter are free.

You just need to wait for treatment.

Where would you even spend money?"

Chen Huai’an hesitated.

He trusted Luo Saihu...

But he couldn’t reveal the truth about the pay-to-win system.

Instead, he deflected.

"...I was poor all my life. I never want to feel helpless again.

If I had money, I would’ve gotten checkups earlier and caught my cancer in time.

My ex-girlfriend left me because I was broke and terminally ill.

In today’s world, money isn’t everything...

But without money, you’re nothing."

Luo Saihu studied Chen Huai’an for a long moment.

He knew Chen Huai’an wasn’t telling the whole truth...

But instead of pressing, he simply handed him a bank card.

"There’s 600,000 on this card.

Half is from bounties and materials I sold...

The rest is your mission bonus."

As he turned to leave, his expression hardened.

Some debts...

Were long overdue.

"Drive to the Forestry Bureau."

"Forestry Bureau? Why?"

Luo Saihu stared at the list of government officials Zhao Ying had sent him.

His eyes turned ice cold.

"Time to settle some accounts."

…