Abyss Summoner

Corner of the room.

In the spacious room, a towering middle-aged man, muscular as a mountain, stood bare-chested, exposing his belly, without a stitch of clothing. Below him was a snow-white figure, only, the once graceful body was now ravaged with wounds. The woman was wailing, burdened not just by the shame inflicted on her body, but more so by the tidal wave of despair and sorrow within her heart.

Beside the woman lay the corpse of a man, his neck twisted gruesomely, clearly snapped by brute force. Though the man was dead, his lifeless eyes still stared forward, as if lamenting the injustice of the world.

The man had served time, originally a notorious villain in the countryside, yet now, he died alone on the ground for one reason only: he encountered someone a hundred times more ruthless than himself.

The man committing the violence was undoubtedly a legendary figure, illiterate, profoundly vulgar, originally just a butcher and a handler of dogs. But when the apocalypse arrived, he became a professional, changing his mindset, and even sacrificed his own sister to feed the White Dragon, gaining the dragon’s favor, and becoming one of the few leaders in the town.

The world is difficult to change, one’s nature even more so. After gaining power, instead of reforming, he grew even more tyrannical. The truth was, to gain the White Dragon’s favor, he wasn’t above sacrificing his own sister to it, and if he could treat his family this way, how much more the city’s survivors?

The White Dragon needed an executioner, and he was the best candidate. Killing zombies, killing insects, killing refugees, the man quickly rose to power within the city through bloodthirsty methods, controlling a third of the city’s territory in just a few short months, becoming one of the giants in the town.

[Honey Pot]

In this world, most people have lost their names, and this man was no exception. Perhaps for power, witnessing his sister being bitten in half by the White Dragon with his own eyes, he had already died, replaced by the desperado he was now.

In front of Honey Pot stood a sycophantic youth. His eyes gleamed with cruelty, his lips curling into a strange smile as he gazed at the scene before him, saying aloud, "Boss, the east has been restless these past few days. I heard someone awakened the ability to tame beasts and managed to take over a few wild animals, there have been some frictions with us lately."

Honey Pot didn’t bother to cover up his physique intentionally. He stood up, despite the woman’s cries, and stomped on her shoulder, saying roughly, "Call Gao Chao over, I have something to say to him."

The young man then went out to call for Gao Chao, and moments later, he came back with Gao Chao...

The room was terribly messy. Whether the corpse or the woman made no difference to Gao Chao; it was a kind of blow. At this moment, the justice he had possessed in times of peace had been worn away, his edges dulled, more like a sycophant bowing and scraping, unable to lift his head high, he murmured, "Boss, what do you want with me?"

Honey Pot gave Gao Chao a sidelong glance, then kicked the woman aside, saying to the young man nearby, "This wench is yours tonight. I have something to discuss with Gao Chao, you may leave."

The young man agreed sycophantically, ignoring the woman’s struggle, grabbed her by the neck, and walked out.

The heavens are blind; the world is unjust.

With the apocalypse, some people’s original intent was to use their strength to protect the public, but time is the sharpest blade, power caused these people to forget their original simplicity, leaving only cruel and twisted souls.

At this moment, these people might not be able to be called humans anymore, but beasts wearing human skin.

The woman’s painful cries still lingered by Gao Chao’s ears; for her, the agony and ruin were far from over.

Seeing this scene, Gao Chao hung his head, fists clenched, but dared not show even a shred of resentment on his face.

The corpse on the ground was Gao Chao’s close friend. Though he had served time, he still held some principles. When the apocalypse came, they both awakened, forming a Battle Group, wielding some minor power in this city.

But when Honey Pot rose to power, his influence ballooned day by day, swallowing several nearby organizations, and Gao Chao and his group were among the victims.

Over time, Honey Pot became unpredictable, reckless in his actions, and just recently, taking a liking to his friend’s woman, the latter resisted verbally and was instantly pinched to death, without harming Honey Pot a hair.

Hate him?

Of course, he hated him!

But Gao Chao didn’t dare to resist, not just fearing for his life, but also thinking of his family in the camp. If he angered Honey Pot, he might die easily, but what would happen to his family?

Recently, Gao Chao went through the most humiliating disgrace in his life.

Resentment, anger, shame, hatred, helplessness.

At this moment, Gao Chao felt too much bitterness in his heart.

But what could he do?

Honey Pot was too strong, too powerful for Gao Chao to resist.

Whether for the Battle Group or for his family, Gao Chao could only kneel and live under Honey Pot’s oppression.

Ignoring Gao Chao’s thoughts, or perhaps simply despising Gao Chao’s thoughts, Honey Pot raised his head, speaking coldly, "How are the preparations going? The gasoline search has been completed, hasn’t it?"

Gao Chao’s face turned pale, murmuring, "I’ve already sent the brothers to collect it, but do we have to go to such extremes?"

Honey Pot’s eyes grew sinister, revealing a murderous intent. He frowned and questioned, "Extreme? What of it? Since they dare openly oppose me, they should be prepared for my vengeance!"

The environment changes everything.

In this world, there is little morality; slaughtering others for one’s own benefit is commonplace, just like now, Honey Pot’s reason for collecting gasoline isn’t anything altruistic — it’s to manufacture a massive fire, to ignite the enemy’s base.

Based on previous experience, having received ample food, the White Dragon would not come to this land for about a week, time was ample, the White Dragon was indifferent to human deaths and injuries, only caring about attitude in service.

Due to the apocalypse, survivors were all clustered together living, and now, Honey Pot was going to ignite an earth-shattering fire, aiming to sever the enemy’s foundation, and evidently, should the fire rage as expected, the first to suffer would be ordinary people.

With calculations in mind, Honey Pot’s gaze turned somewhat chilling, then he waved his hand saying, "To achieve great things, one must ignore trifles, we must kill all these people before the Giant Dragon returns! If we manage to unify here, I won’t be stingy, everyone will receive some rewards."

Once the enemies are dealt with, those distributed rewards, he could reclaim sooner or later.