I set up a shelter organization

The suppressed monster grows much faster than the monster master who suppresses it.

In order to curb the weirdness and suppress its growing strength, the price that the weird masters have to pay is actually their burning faith and life.

To be able to grow to this point.

What they endure and what they strive for must be thousands and hundreds of times more than what ordinary people imagine.

"What I am about to announce may go against the beliefs you have always held, and may also shatter your cognition."

"I understand your resistance, resentment, and anger, but for your future, I don't want you to continue walking down this dead end road."

"Wait, what are you talking about? A natural disaster!"

Evil Disaster jumped out again to interrupt him: "What do you mean by for our future?"

"We are ghost masters. The future has nothing to do with us."

"Didn't we agree from the beginning that we would transform into natural and man-made disasters, bringing equal suffering to humans and monsters, and act recklessly until the end of our lives?"

The student cadre nodded, "What the evil disaster leader said is true."

Sick Cadre: "Disasters and such, disease itself is something that people despise, right?"

Dead cadres: "Die, all of you die."

A vein popped out on Tianzai's forehead. He took a deep breath and said, "What I mean is that the path of a ghost master is a dead end."

Evil Disaster slammed the table: "We knew this from the beginning, stop talking nonsense."

Tianzai clenched his fists, two veins popping out on his forehead: "So, we can try to take another route."

"Huh? Change it? Do you think everyone is like that guy? Can you change it just by saying so?" Evil Disaster looked angry.

Tianzai couldn't bear it any longer and punched him.

Bang!

The evil took off on the spot and his whole body was embedded in the wall.

The old man pondered for a moment, "You mean... that we should abandon our identities as Trick Masters?"

There are many ghost masters in this world, and not all of them join in natural and man-made disasters. After all, the philosophy of their organization is indeed too paranoid.

More ghost masters either work alone, join various official organizations, or join other non-governmental organizations.

Or they would lose control of their abilities after just a few uses, and be attacked by the weirdness, causing the weirdness in their bodies to revive and become even stronger.

But I have never seen anyone give up the identity of a ghost master.

It is better to say that the identity of a ghost master is not something that can be abandoned. As long as the suppressed weirdness remains in your body, you are a ghost master.

They wanted to remove the weirdness from their bodies, but the consequences of doing so would be either death on the spot, or they would not be able to withstand the erosion and turn into monsters, or at the very least, they would become waste.

"Abandoning your identity as a ghost master? Did something trigger you and drive you crazy?"

E'zai finally managed to pull himself out of the wall and heard their conversation. His face was distorted as if he had heard something extremely ridiculous and unbelievable.

"What a joke!"

"Scourge! You're crazy!"

"Don't make the whole organization crazy if you go crazy yourself."

His roar echoed all around.

The student cadre stared at his fingers and said, "If I can properly resolve the strangeness in my body, I don't mind losing this power."

Anyway, she has lived long enough.

Poor cadres: "Is stripping weird? Then won't I have to live in such poverty?"