Speaking of which, the classification of superpowers and monsters is actually very strange.

There are only five levels in total. The fifth level has no beginning and no end. There is actually no difference between the first and second levels.

This division is not so much based on strength as it is the five stages of the continuous evolution of superpowers.

The fifth level, the disaster level or the realm of transcendence, is an existence that surpasses superpowers and monsters, and even surpasses the concepts of gods and demons in general mythology.

The limits of its abilities are unimaginable by superpowers, and its way of existence exceeds human understanding. So far, there has never been a case where an existence of that level can still be seen alive.

The first and second levels are just the transition before becoming a truly qualified superpower, and many of them don't even really understand what their strength is.

Within these two levels, if you want to subdivide them, they may be divided into six to ten small levels, but that is meaningless, because among these two levels, it is very easy to kill by leapfrogging.

Ordinary superpowers or monsters undergo qualitative changes at the third level.

Assimilation, or disaster level.

At this level, superpowers will have abilities that are almost like mythical creatures, and there is a qualitative gap between them and ordinary humans.

At the same time, there is also a big gap in strength between superpowers at this level.

Weak ones are like the giant centipede killed by Lin Zheyuan before. Its hard carapace can easily withstand gunshots and even grenades, and its huge body can crush a car.

A strong person can even fly into the sky and escape from the earth, demolish buildings with a wave of his hand, and create natural disasters with just one person's power.

Gu Panxi's Holy Crystal Angel is not considered a strong person at the third level.

Because there is a huge power gap, there are also divisions into smaller realms in the assimilation realm, but Wen Wen has not yet reached that level.

As for the fourth realm, the catastrophic level, it is equivalent to the gods and demons in mythology. As long as they exist, they will have an impact on large areas around them, like the prying eyes behind the void in the paradise incident.

Therefore, Wen Wen's ability to have such strength was beyond Gong Baoding's expectations.

His attitude suddenly became respectful, because he knew that there was an insurmountable gap in strength between him and the person in front of him.

Wen Wen is very satisfied with Gong Baoding's current attitude. At least this vest needs to ensure absolute authority in the asylum.

After thinking about it, Wen Wen said to Gong Baoding: "You have just become a shelter. Let me give you a task."

"Whatever task, I will try my best to ensure that it is completed."

Gong Baoding cheered up. He had just arrived at the disaster shelter, and he must perform well in his first task.

If the first task is done well, he should be able to develop better in the shelter in the future.

Just like the first mission he received after becoming a demon hunter decades ago.

However, even if he made up his mind to complete the task well, Gong Baoding did not talk too much. This is what people do when they reach middle age.

"The monsters in the shelter also need to eat. The shelter currently has insufficient inventory. Go buy some."

Strictly speaking, the shelter does not have any tasks. He gave Gong Baoding this task just because he was too lazy to purchase it himself.

Every time he went to buy original pork intestines, the stall owner looked at him strangely...

"What?" Gong Baoding asked in shock.

"Not satisfied with the task?" Wen Wen raised his eyebrows and said.

"Satisfied, satisfied." Having just experienced Wen Wen's terrifying power, Gong Baoding didn't dare to refute Wen Wen.

"Plasma, a large amount of ordinary food, plant fertilizers, and rotten food, you can collect some. In the future, you can keep an eye on it. Whenever you come to the shelter and see that there is not enough food, prepare some."

Gong Baoding wrote these things down, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

It's like playing an online game. The first task is to kill monsters, but the main task is to deliver a message...

"Oh, by the way, you don't have to pay out of your own pocket, this is your activity fund."

Wen Wen threw a gold ingot into Gong Baoding's hand and was a little shocked when he felt the heavy weight in his hand.

This gold ingot itself is an antique. According to the current price of gold, it costs more than 300 yuan per gram...

Buying those things might even just cost you some scraps of the gold.

"The disaster shelter is really wealthy..."

As everyone knows, if Wen Wen hadn't swept his room, this room should have been his.

With just this gold ingot, Gong Baoding had two more impressions of the asylum, one of wealth and ancientness.

…

After coming out of the shelter, Wen Wen did not relax and kept closely observing Gong Baoding's actions in the shelter.

To his relief, Gong Baoding did not do anything extraordinary in the asylum.

In fact, the authority that ordinary shelter staff have is pitiful. Even if Wen Wen doesn't keep watching, they can't change anything in the shelter.

But Wen Wen was still a little worried. It wasn't until Gong Baoding left the asylum that Wen Wen continued to study philosophy books.

He had to take the containment object, and being driven out in embarrassment three times was the biggest stain in Wen Wen's life.

But Wen Wen was actually not a student of philosophy. After studying for a whole day, he was still helpless about those problems.

After all, those questions are so extreme that there are rarely correct answers.

In the end, Wen Wen decided to try again and again. The number of question banks was so large anyway. As long as he tried enough times, he would be able to successfully attack those philosophers.

Wen Wen believes that the harder something is to obtain, the higher its value must be.

…

On the third morning, Wen Wen was already at the white-haired philosopher's place and answered the seventh question correctly.

Although Wen Wen didn't know how many questions each philosopher had, he believed that as long as he continued like this, he would be able to successfully get that thing.

He left the museum in a daze and walked a long way to a red light district far away from the museum, where he found his car.

He's not at home at night these days, so he needs to cover up a little bit, and here is the best choice.

Seeing Wen Wen coming, several street girls gathered around. They didn't receive any customers all night, so they stayed on the roadside until early morning.

Now that I see Wen Wen, of course I won’t let him go.

Wen Wen leaned against the car door with slight disgust, watching these women promote themselves.

Looking at it, he actually found it quite interesting.

In the past, Wen Wen always stayed away from this kind of thing, but now, he can look at this kind of thing with another attitude, one that is emotionless and only observes.

It may be that the existence of the Disaster Asylum removed Wen Wen from the ranks of ordinary people, and the Disaster Prison Director model allowed him to experience top-notch power, so he occasionally felt this way.

But Wen Wen's observation quickly stopped, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes narrowed into a straight line.

Because, he saw a hooded man waving to Wen Wen at the entrance of the alley in the red light district.
Chapter completed!