Abyss Summoner

Cruel, isn’t it?

Nightfall had arrived, and if it were peacetime, people would be comfortably sleeping in their beds, while places like KTVs, internet cafes, and discos would be bustling with people. But in the current environment, some refugees, like wandering souls and ghosts, rushed into these ruins, and before them lay broken corpses. Their purpose is almost painfully obvious.

Cannibalism.

This is a word drenched in blood.

Everything before us is the truest portrayal of the apocalypse.

Nominally, they are citizens of this town, receiving food donations daily. But most of that food is spoiled, either moldy or hard, and in extremely short supply, utterly inadequate for the refugees’ daily needs.

In terms of force, they are merely old, weak, sick, and disabled, unable to hunt for food outside. In moral terms, the higher-ups have not formally abandoned them. Even if the food is poor and scant, supply continues daily. Falling ill or starving to death could only be blamed on their weak resistance and large stomach.

Driven by such circumstances, some refugees had no choice. To survive, they turned their eyes to the corpses by the roadside.

In the apocalypse, what is the most abundant?

Not water resources, not collapsed buildings, not the gold everywhere, but... innumerable dead bodies and corpses.

This is a ritual, and also a form of revelry for the refugees. At nightfall, like mice, they leave their homes for another side of the city—this abandoned city of death—to feast on their own kind.

"Is this humanity?"

The Dark Elf was taken aback, staring at these refugees whose eyes even gleamed green, then looked up at Chen Feng and asked softly.

"Humans are truly complex creatures. They love killing each other. I’ve encountered many creatures along the way, insects or beasts whose companions died, and they wouldn’t devour them. But humans... they keep killing each other. You speak of coming futures and dawns, yet I don’t see them. Is it my eyesight, or what’s the reason? Humans are simply the cancer of this world, and should be swallowed by the river of history."

The Dark Elf wasn’t wrong. Some insects and beasts, due to their lack of intelligence, don’t have as complex thoughts as humans. As companions, they might even bury their dead somewhere soft, rather than consume them.

Yet humans are different. Compared to those without intelligence, humans have complicated emotions. To survive, they may commit terrifying acts, even to themselves.

For instance... cannibalism.

Chen Feng showed no expression. Neither the Dark Elf’s doubts nor the refugees’ cannibalism disturbed his mental state in the slightest. He had witnessed too many such scenes, from disgust, confusion, and hesitation to gradual acceptance and numbness; Chen Feng’s heart was far more resilient than imagined.

What a pity that if people weren’t pushed to the brink, these refugees would never rely on corpses for sustenance?

If one must blame, then blame this chaotic era, where the apocalypse twisted human nature, turning people into less than humans, more like specters. Perhaps, when these people consumed human flesh due to extreme hunger, they had already ceased to be human.

The Dark Elf said quite a bit today.

In the Abyss, apart from chaotic creatures like demons, other dark beings wouldn’t harm their own kind.

Even elves bound to darkness would feel their scalp tingle, imagining the thorough shock the current situation brought her.

Chen Feng didn’t deliver any lengthy speeches. He simply gazed ahead, saying softly, "I cannot change this world, but I can change here."

A force needs rules to grow.

He didn’t dwell on previous matters deeply, as these people weren’t simply killing for amusement like the mountain brutes; it was the cruel reality that had morphed them into this.

Reformation.

This will take time.

...............

A day quickly passed.

The corpses of beasts that perished on the battlefield became relief supplies for the city. Calculated by population, it wasn’t much, but it eased the urgent crisis.

Statistics showed that this city had only fifty thousand survivors, not even a quarter of Order’s populace. The calamity it endured was evident.

Due to the large population, a massive surge of corpses erupted initially. In that environment, Zhou Hongwei’s brother and the three Guardians emerged, breaking through the corpse surge and saving people from disaster.

Under normal development, with the danger gone, the city’s rise was only a matter of time. But the sudden appearance of Jackal-wolfmen cast another shadow over the city.

At present.

All of the city’s High-tier combat power had perished, leaving the city as an empty shell, internally lacking substance. This situation had drawbacks but also advantages.

The advantage was that Chen Feng took control of the city without much effort.

What he needed to do now was try his best to ensure the people here could fill their stomachs. Additionally, the city construction needed to be scheduled.

"Bring the Natives over, and have those goblins follow all the way."

"Escort Du Men along the way, allowing no errors."

"Demon and Martial Cannon, reinforce and send a batch of enhanced rifles. Besides leaving several months of edible grains, transport all other reserved food."

Chen Feng sat in the hall, issuing orders to his subordinates one by one.

Zhou Hongwei sat beside him. While Chen Feng controlled the city, Zhou Hongwei retained his position. Being unfamiliar with the area, having him could better accomplish the assigned tasks.

"Does anyone here know how to build ships?"

After a moment’s thought, Chen Feng addressed Zhou Hongwei with the request for the first time.

A brief silence.

Zhou Hongwei pondered and spoke, "The city has shipyards, but due to electrical issues, they’ve stopped production. Building ordinary giant ships isn’t possible. However, being coastal, finding blueprints isn’t a problem. But only small wooden ships can be constructed."

Occupational beings changed the world.

If it were the old society, relying purely on blueprints, even lacking skilled artisans, building ships would be a fool’s dream.

Yet, the awakening of ability made impossible things possible.

Blueprints.

Experienced old sailors.

The basic structure of simple boats.

Certainly, Chen Feng didn’t expect giant freighters carrying tens of thousands of tons amid such circumstances; initial reconnaissance would suffice on wooden boats.

Soon, the goblins would arrive. With their strong talent for construction, they might bring some miracles with them.

"From now on, I’ll gather manpower for building ships. Your next task is to produce ships, as many as possible!"

"Once construction is complete, if it satisfies me, I’ll provide enough food for this place. People here won’t starve anymore."

Zhou Hongwei first showed surprise, then excitement at these words, quickly nodding earnestly.

He started planning mentally, preparing to send out notices soon. Among the fifty thousand here, there might still be skilled artisans. They were precious assets, and meeting Chen Feng’s demand would be joyous for all of T City.

Everything proceeded methodically.

But on the fourth day, the city—gradually approaching tranquility—suddenly became noisy.

The departing group returned. After days at sea, they encountered a storm. Of the four escorting ships, three capsized, leaving only one spared.

The supply ship perished, the vessels lacked provision. After some consideration, they returned to T City hoping against hope, marking the beginning of city chaos.