Then let the witch offer her loyalty

This includes more space for activities, more lenient daily management, more detailed psychological assessment mechanisms, and even personalized customization of daily diet and living environment according to their preferences.

To outsiders, this preferential treatment seems absurd, but in practice, it can significantly reduce the frequency of accidents.

Based on Wolf Moon's exploits in Linbei City, he is undoubtedly a tyrannical and domineering demon king.

However, after the Twin Cities Authority took over, they still treated her as the latter type of witch for the time being.

Although many of Wolf Moon's actions are extremely dangerous, the Administration places great emphasis on "subjective awareness".

A witch who deliberately creates danger and a witch who appears dangerous due to a congenital problem are different in the eyes of the Bureau.

The former are considered "enemies," beyond redemption, and therefore, there's no need to discuss humane treatment with them.

The bureau will show more patience towards the latter.

Wolf Moon belongs to the latter category.

She wasn't deliberately trying to cause trouble; it was just that her unusual experiences led her to think and have different perspectives from most people.

That's why the bureau built such a large shelter for her, decorated it like a grassland ecosystem, and provided her with very thoughtful food and drink, using superior material conditions to help her stay stable and trying to gradually guide her to "turn over a new leaf".

Furthermore, to prevent Wolf Moon from getting bored and causing trouble, some of the supervisors in the special zone have taken on the role of "caretakers," regularly visiting Containment Room 4 to interact with Wolf Moon.

Wolf Moon is indeed a wolf child, but thanks to the tireless efforts of Linbei City, she successfully socialized as she grew up and can communicate normally with people. Deep down, she possesses both animalistic and human instincts.

She can play video games on a game console, and she can also interact with the supervisors, such as throwing a ball.

Moreover, according to assessments, Lang Yue's level of education is likely much higher than that of Zhou Yan, who is illiterate.

Many characters that Zhou Yan couldn't recognize, Lang Yue could actually recognize.

On this day, the female supervisor of the special management area carefully prepared a written script and was playing a running game with Lang Yue and her new "roommate" Zhou Yan.

It's clear that the female supervisor put in a lot of effort; the script is of very high quality, and both Lang Yue and Zhou Yan are fully immersed in the game.

At this moment, the female supervisor had a hand-drawn map spread out in front of her, and was holding a crystal ball, dressed up as a mysterious witch.

In a deep, somber voice, she said, “The two of you followed that strange sound into a dilapidated room filled with old newspapers and birdcages. The air was thick with the smell of rust, and a clock was ticking counter-clockwise.”

"When you look back, you'll find that the door you came from has completely disappeared, and a female ghost is squatting in the corner, her face covered in blood, her mouth split to her ears, and she's laughing at you."

"You two spirit hunters, what are you planning to do?"

Zhou Yan was already completely absorbed in the scene, and was so frightened that he trembled and couldn't help but swallow hard: "I, I knelt down and kowtowed to her, thumping my head three times, begging the female ghost to have mercy on me and not come after me."

"What a coward!" Wolf Moon punched Zhou Yan on the back and cursed, "Are you a piece of trash? You're already kneeling before the fight even starts!"

After saying that, she waved her small hand at the female supervisor and said fiercely, "I'm going to pull out the iron knife I just found in the stairwell and chop it off her head!"

The female supervisor stroked the crystal ball in her hand and slowly began to describe in a low voice: "Zhou Yan kowtowed repeatedly to the female ghost until his forehead turned red, but the female ghost continued to laugh strangely and remained unmoved."

"Wolf Moon swung his sword fiercely, the iron blade piercing through the female ghost's head, but her body twisted like wisps of smoke—the next moment it split in two, becoming two female ghosts! Two bloody faces grinned maliciously at you at the same time!"

Wolf Moon got even more excited after hearing this, jumped up from the ground, and made sweeping slashing motions with his hands: "I'll fucking do a double slash! I'll chop their heads off at the same time!"

"Uh..." The female supervisor fell silent for a moment.

As a DM (Damage Manager), the last thing I want to encounter when playing a role-playing game is a group that tries to kick me out of the game.

These mindless, combat-obsessed players are really hard to manage.

"Hurry up! What are you standing there for? I'm going to chop someone up!"

"...You unleashed a double slash at the two female ghosts, and their figures once again turned into mist and twisted. At the same time, you looked closely and discovered that the knife in your hand had been corroded and was now only half a hilt."

"Find a knife! I need to find a knife in this room! Flip the table! Smash the floor! Tear down the ceiling too!"

"Let's do a Insight check. A roll of 15 on the D20 die is a success... OK, 17, check successful. You search the room and finally find a brand new knife in a hidden compartment on the table, so sharp it can reflect your image."

"Where are the female ghosts? Where did they go? I'm going to drag them back and behead them! Behead them!"

"Your previous attack failed, and the female ghost has already floated out through a crack in the door. Her cackling laughter came from behind the door—as if mocking the ineffectiveness of your attack."

"Ugh!!!" Wolf Moon suddenly became agitated, a fierce growl came from his throat, and his eyes were faintly red, as if he had reached the edge of rage.

"She mocked me... How dare she mock me?! Who does she think she is?! Does she think she can escape?! I'll kill her!!!"

Wolf Moon was extremely agitated, pacing wildly back and forth on the lawn, roaring incessantly, "Chase after her! I'm going to kill her! I'll make her beg for mercy, then I'll chop her head off!!!"

Sensing the rising rage of Wolf Moon, Zhou Yan sensed danger and quickly shrank to the side, gently comforting him, "Your Majesty, calm down. Don't go crazy here. This is just a tabletop role-playing game..."

The female supervisor also felt that Lang Yue was too excited and tried to calm things down: "Lang Yue, the female ghost has already hidden behind the door. You'd better look around the room for any mechanisms or keys."

"What are you looking for?! I'll just rush over and smash the door open with one slash! I'll chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop!!!" Wolf Moon roared and cursed wildly, slashing and hacking at the air with both hands, his movements so violent that they even created a tangible gust of wind.

Seeing that Wolf Moon was going crazy, the female supervisor quickly calmed her down, "Okay, okay, don't get excited, let's go through a strength test... oh well, never mind, let's just do the test. You just slash at it and split the door in two."

"The female ghost was intimidated by the domineering aura of the Wolf Moon King and could no longer utter a mocking sound. Her face was full of terror, and she fled into the darkness in a panic."

The female supervisor originally intended to cater to Wolf Moon's competitive spirit, but to her surprise, this description not only failed to calm her down, but instead seemed to add fuel to the fire.

"Don't run! Don't run!!!"

Wolf Moon slammed his fists into the ground, the immense force shattering the lawn, sending mud and stone fragments flying, and creating a spiderweb-like network of trenches that stretched for over ten meters, causing the entire containment chamber to tremble slightly.

"Chase her! Kill ...

Wolf Moon was like a ferocious beast that had fully awakened. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her soaring body temperature caused her to exhale scorching white steam. She relentlessly destroyed the surrounding bushes and rocks, rampaging and raging.

Zhou Yan was trembling with fear, crouching down with his head in his hands in defense.

The female supervisor, facing the crazed Wolf Moon up close, was so frightened that her mind went blank, and she scrambled to escape towards the containment room exit.

Wolf Moon was only destroying vegetation when the female supervisor suddenly turned her back and ran away. Her reddened eyes instantly locked onto Wolf Moon's back.

At that moment, it was as if some hunting instinct etched deep in our genes was ignited.

"Roar!!!" Wolf Moon let out a sharp, chilling howl, then leaped up and pounced straight at the female supervisor.

Wolf Moon's figure blurred into a blur as she raced at high speed. Fortunately, the exit wasn't far from where they had just been. At the last second, the female supervisor rushed out of the door and slapped the red emergency button with her backhand!

With a loud "whoosh—thump!" the armored isolation door slammed shut, isolating the rampaging Wolf Moon on the other side.

At the same time, an alarm sounded throughout the special control containment area: "Warning, the witch in containment cell number 4 of the special control area has gone out of control, triggering a level one riot warning. The scene will be taken over by the defense forces. Supervisors are requested to evacuate to the safe zone immediately."

The surrounding lights changed from white to red, and high-frequency warning lights began to flash, making the entire corridor look as if it were stained with blood.

"Holy crap...that was terrifying..." The female supervisor staggered to the wall of the corridor, her hand pressed tightly against her chest, cold sweat pouring down her forehead. She was panting heavily, her eyes filled with terror and lingering fear.

Just as she wiped her sweat and was about to retreat to the safe zone...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a dull, thunderous impact came from behind the armored isolation door, shaking the corridor floor.

The female supervisor shuddered in fright, her face turning deathly pale.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

The impacts grew more frequent and heavy, each one like a hammer blow to the heart.

The armored isolation door, which was 3 meters thick and made of tungsten carbide titanium alloy, began to show visible deformation under the continuous impact.

"Boom!!!"

With the final impact, the isolation door, which even a tank's main gun couldn't break through, bulged out significantly in the center, revealing the twisted and shattered supporting structure inside, and burst open a hideous crack.

“Hiss—Crack!”

A sharp, piercing sound of metal tearing echoed down the corridor.

From the crack in the isolation door, a pair of slender hands with bulging veins reached out and sank deep into the alloy on both sides. Wolf Moon was tearing it open with brute force that was completely contrary to human structure.

"Roar!!!" Accompanied by a violent roar, the heavy armored isolation door twisted and groaned under Wolf Moon's hands, its entire body being violently torn apart like a piece of paper, with metal fragments flying everywhere.

The small figure emerged from the huge tear, her body temperature clearly soaring to an alarming level. The temperature difference created a hot-cold convection current with the surrounding air, causing white steam to rise continuously.

Those eyes turned a terrifying scarlet red, as if blood was boiling and surging in the iris.

"You can't run! You can't escape!!!"

A wave of murderous intent washed over her, terrifying the female supervisor so much that she couldn't get up. She collapsed to the ground, her voice trembling with sobs, completely distorted: "Ahhhhh! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!!!"

Wolf Moon leaped out from the torn gap in the isolation door, his body transforming into a silver afterimage as he pounced on the female supervisor.

"boom--"

Just as the female supervisor was in despair, a strange gust of wind suddenly surged up from the end of the corridor.

The gale stirred up visible ripples in the air, its force immense, howling straight toward Wolf Moon.

No matter how strong Wolf Moon's physical strength was, she was very light. When she was lifted off the ground by the wind, she immediately lost her footing and was swept up and spun in the air like a kite with a broken string, flying backward and crashing heavily into the corridor wall.

"Thump!" The wall immediately caved in where the impact occurred, and a shockwave exploded outwards from Wolf Moon.

Wolf Moon slid to the ground, her head still buzzing from the impact, and her rationality returned slightly.

She shook her head violently, her still reddened eyes coldly staring ahead.

This corridor is located within the special control containment area and is not directly connected to the outside world, so there is no possibility of any natural wind.

There's only one possibility for such a sudden gust of wind in a closed area.

The female supervisor saw the figure approaching from behind and was so excited she almost cried: "Captain Yang!"

Yang Jie strode over, his body still radiating spiritual energy. He was followed closely by four witch hunters, each with a cold expression, their uniforms fluttering in the wind.

Accompanying them were more than twenty special operations team members responsible for the garrison area, carrying riot shields, stun guns, restraint net launchers and other riot control weapons, who were keeping a watchful eye on Wolf Moon.

Chapter 198 The Wolf King's Challenge

A witch hunter appears to save the day, and the two sides are locked in a standoff at opposite ends of the corridor.

Yang Jie walked over to the female supervisor, glanced at her, and asked, "What happened?"

The female supervisor was quite frightened, trembling all over and seeming somewhat guilty: "I...I accidentally went too far...She was so engrossed in the role-playing game, she suddenly pounced on me...I got nervous, so...I ran away..."

Yang Jie said with a stern face, "You should receive further training. It is clearly written in the SWAB-138 containment file that once the target is in a high-intensity emotional state, you must never turn your back to the target, otherwise it is very likely to trigger her hunting instinct."

"You're just lucky to have survived until we arrived at the scene thanks to the isolation door. Otherwise, you'd be lying on a stretcher right now, or worse, the forensic doctor might be piecing together your body on the spot."

"I'm sorry... Captain Yang..." The female supervisor lowered her head in shame.

Logically speaking, as a special zone supervisor who has received professional training, he should be very familiar with the custody files and should not have made such a basic mistake.

However, the wolf moon when it went berserk was too terrifying. Its violent killing intent was overwhelming. My mind went completely blank. I forgot all the rules and strategies. Turning around and running away was just an instinctive reaction.

Yang Jie didn't question him further, but simply waved his hand and said indifferently, "Go back first, we'll deal with your dereliction of duty later. I'll take over here."

The female supervisor, having narrowly escaped death, didn't care about any punishment. She thanked Yang Jie profusely and slipped away without looking back.

After the female supervisor left, Yang Jie looked at Lang Yue, who had a displeased expression: "Lang Yue, we know that many habits formed from childhood are hard to change, but shouldn't you also restrain yourself a little?"

"Look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes are so red!"

Although Wolf Moon has stopped going mad, the crimson irises in its cold eyes have not yet faded, foreshadowing its unquenched rage.

"Wolf Moon, we've specifically investigated your psychic energy 'Mad Blood'. It's a rather unique ability; it's purely passive and cannot be activated actively. Instead, it takes effect automatically in conjunction with changes in various hormones within your body."

“Especially when in emotional states such as injury, excitement, or anger, the madness will be greatly triggered, and the triggering of this ability will in turn stimulate the emotions, thus easily leading to a vicious cycle and loss of control.”

"Damaging equipment is fine, but if someone is almost hurt like today, do you think that's dangerous?"

"What's even more dangerous is that this passively activated psionic energy is highly uncontrollable, so your risk of unleashing your madness is much higher than that of an ordinary witch."

"If you ask me, learning how to control yourself is one thing. For safety's sake, you should consider finding a proxy as soon as possible and using a spiritual contract to improve your tolerance for madness."

Wolf Moon snorted coldly, looking at Yang Jie and the others as if they were trash: "You brats, do you think you're worthy of forming a spiritual contract with this Great King?"

"It's only because the role-playing game script was good today that I was in a good mood, otherwise I would have beaten you all until your bellies were exposed."

Before Yang Jie could speak, Chen Moxin suddenly asked, "If someone could defeat you in the challenge and take the title of Wolf King from you, would you be willing to form a spiritual contract with him?"

Upon hearing this, Wolf Moon was taken aback, thinking he had misheard.

Immediately afterwards, those eyes turned red again, staring at Chen Moxin with a fierce look: "What did you say?!"

Chen Moxin ignored Yang Jie's dissuasive gaze, shrugged lightly, and said in a calm but unyielding tone: "There is no eternal king in this world. Didn't you challenge the old wolf king when you were a child and become the new wolf king yourself?"

"You can't just say you can challenge others, but others can't challenge you, right? That's just being a scoundrel."

"Or is it that you lack confidence in your own abilities, are afraid of being defeated, and therefore are unwilling to accept challenges from others?"

"Chen Moxin!..." Yang Jie shouted in a low voice, signaling him to stop provoking Lang Yue.

Chen Moxin still didn't listen to the advice. She just stared directly into Lang Yue's eyes, her tone calm and without provocation, as if she were stating an undeniable fact.