Abyss Summoner

Gutang Port.

In a somewhat secluded and cold building, Chen Feng sat in a corner while Dark Elves, Inferior Demons, and Ghouls sat casually around. A few scantily clad young women with striking features stood nearby, likely arranged by someone with intentions to please Chen Feng.

Never underestimate the courage of some people.

It’s precisely because Chen Feng’s display of power was so strong that the surviving factions at this port would do everything to cater to his preferences.

These women, though appearing young, had bodies that were eye-catching. They were used to this kind of reception, but no matter how alluring, they couldn’t compare to the Dark Elves in terms of allure, nor approach Chen Feng as the Inferior Demons zero-tolerated strangers getting close to him.

At this moment, these women could only stand with bitter expressions on their faces, behaving obediently at a side.

With enough strength, reputation follows, and naturally, wealth begins to accumulate, and even the number of underlings increases. Chen Feng wasn’t someone who enjoyed a big entourage, but naturally, given his position now, he needed a group of subordinates to serve him.

The owner of this building, the "Hammerhead Hat," was a middle-aged man with a hooked nose.

In this world, there is black and white, and also gray.

Unlike the heinous Honey Badger and those poor souls with ideals and aspirations, Hammerhead Hat walked the gray zone between the two.

This guy never bore grudges with anyone. Be it the Honey Badger or other factions, he had never gotten involved in anyone’s disputes. Perhaps this was related to his profession before the apocalypse; as a businessman, he would never make decisions rashly without certainty.

Hammerhead Hat’s neutrality might also be due to his abilities. He became a practitioner, but not of the combat type. Instead, once a week, he could summon a large school of fish at the seaside.

This resembled some auxiliary vocation.

The summoned fish became one of the food sources for this port, which might be the main reason he could thrive under both black and white.

But now...

When Chen Feng brought out over a dozen tons of grain, Hammerhead Hat knew that his only advantage had turned from a lifesaver to just icing on the cake. What did this signify? Being able to produce that much grain meant they wouldn’t care at all about his school of fish.

Chen Feng needed an executor.

To him, this port was just a transition station. Chen Feng wouldn’t stay here, and neither would Lu Wei, Wei Xun, or others be assigned here because it was too small. The so-called beasts and insects were mere rabble compared to those at Qiaodong.

Therefore, he needed to support someone capable and prestigious to stay here on his behalf.

And Hammerhead Hat was undoubtedly the top choice now.

Chen Feng had already ordered the execution of those monsters.

In the past, due to the White Dragon’s presence, humans, beasts, and insects coexisted. But now, with Chen Feng in control, he disliked such an unstable environment. So, besides slaying the more than three hundred remnants, the warriors’ primary task was to uproot potential threats around.

Within a day.

The once brutal beasts became food on human tables. Although it was impossible to clear them all in a short time, it was just a matter of time. Under Chen Feng’s sword, these creatures had nowhere to hide.

Chen Feng had no interest in the women beside him. One’s palate rises; after experiencing Flora’s exotic allure, ordinary human appearance held no appeal for Chen Feng anymore.

He sat aside, sipping on ice water. Alcohol and tobacco were taboos—priceless treasures in others’ eyes—but to Chen Feng, merely bad habits that corroded the soul. It was a rare moment of relaxation; Chen Feng hadn’t truly sat down to rest in a long time.

Slaughter!

Slaughter!

More slaughter!

Chen Feng felt more pressure than ever before. Even someone used to bloodshed and slaughter felt a bit weary, needing to sit down and relax his nerves a bit.

Men get tired.

Especially in this apocalypse.

To others, Chen Feng’s current territory seemed too powerful. The number of humans relying on him had reached hundreds of thousands. But greater power entailed more responsibility. Chen Feng enjoyed the convenience brought by hundreds of thousands working for him, but he also bore the karma of hundreds of thousands of lives.

Sitting at his current position, even a slight oversight could mean not just one or two lives, but the extinction of hundreds of thousands.

Should that happen, it would be a true disaster.

These changes were unexpected.

In a long fight, Chen Feng had been ruthless to survive, labeling himself as a villain. Yet now, apart from a few who grit their teeth when talking about him, most showed gratitude and devotion.

Perhaps for psychological comfort, most saw Chen Feng as a Guardian, rather than a ruler.

As life slowly stabilized, and surrounding monsters were slaughtered, driven by Li Siyu, the number of believers soared crazily in numbers.

Originally a mere stream of faith, it had now become a river, subtly transforming Chen Feng’s body.

This was a feeling that was hard to describe.

Like a boiler, even though the temperature remained constant, fuel was continuously added, making the flame unable to be extinguished.

The cohesion of power grew stronger.

At this point, Chen Feng had even glimpsed the essence of fire power. He had insight into every vein and muscle of the Blazing Demon’s body and could, when needed, shield human emotions, turning entirely into a chaotic demon.

This was a crucial change.

A sheep, no matter how ferocious, couldn’t kill a bear.

But a mad lion could unleash even more terrifying power.

Humans have reason—an advantage and a disadvantage. In battle, reason helps avoid vital areas and achieves more with less. But in a disadvantageous position, it might even lead to escape.

Demons have no reason—a disadvantage and an advantage. Unlike humans, their unwavering nature imposes a relentless pressure on enemies. In a sure-death scenario, the survivor between two equally powerful foes is often the braver one.

The Power of Faith was still not enough.

Chen Feng had tasted a bit of sweetness, and he wanted his name to be spread. Once the believers doubled, his power would undergo qualitative change.

By then, it wouldn’t be just like a boiler, but a volcano that could erupt at any moment.

Fear descends!

Then, Chen Feng could truly be considered one of the strongest in the world.

Time passed second by second.

Chen Feng was slowly drinking the ice water in front of him, while at the door, Hammerhead Hat, who had already arrived but not received the command to approach, remained standing straight.

Hammerhead Hat’s face even bore a slight smile. He seemed very patient, without a hint of anxiety.

After about half an hour, Chen Feng put down the cup in his hand and said softly to Hammerhead Hat, "From now on, you’re in charge here."

Setting aside positions and abilities, what truly made Chen Feng decide was the other party’s obedience.

Hammerhead Hat passed the test.

And as the reward, he would become the agent at this port.