Abyss Summoner-Chapter 79 - 77: Riding the Momentum

"Ugh..."

Chen Feng opened his eyes. It was pitch dark outside, indicating he had been sleeping for a long time. After ascending to silver level, his spiritual power surged. With adequate sleep, he could remain in a state of excitement for two days and nights.

This is the terrifying aspect of professionals. Compared to ordinary people, their body’s potential is fully developed. Even if a catastrophe occurred, ordinary people would exhaust themselves after running for a few hours, but professionals could maintain their stamina for a whole day, or even longer.

He walked in front of the mirror. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

In the mirror, a young man’s face appeared, somewhat lean but with a temperament like jade cloaked in ice, elevating him beyond the ordinary, revealing an unusual and sharp aura.

Standing there, he’s like the Wolf King commanding a pack, exuding an unintentional pressure that ordinary people find stressful. Some timid people couldn’t even speak.

Authority.

This is akin to high-ranking officials of old, each decision affecting the lives of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands. Even without speaking, just standing there would cause people to feel pressured.

Not to mention ancient emperors; one angry decree could lead to millions dead, exterminating entire clans over a disagreement—a truly peerless aura.

Intimidation.

This is something invisible, untouchable, yet undeniably real.

Currently, under Chen Feng’s command, there are three major silver experts: Dark Elf, Mourner, Inferior Demon. Each is a formidable figure in their own right. With the factory under control, his ranks have surged sixfold, now numbering over seven hundred.

Mastery of life and death.

This is the apocalypse. He controls the life and death of all these people. If there were divine spirits in the world, then Chen Feng would be the guardian deity of this group.

Leveraging power.

It’s precisely because of this that Chen Feng’s aura has dramatically surged. Just a glance reveals his extraordinary temperament.

The pupil color in his left eye has returned to normal, turning into a dark eye, looking entirely akin to an ordinary person.

Previously, when newly condensed, this eye emitted a bewitching light from the outside, akin to a magical beast, but now, fully refined, it has become a part of Chen Feng’s body.

Chen Feng’s heart stirred, with a trace of spiritual power gathering on his left eye. Instantly, the pupil turned light green, surrounded by four distinct points, slowly rotating like butterflies dancing in his eye.

"Flame Demon transformation, All-Seeing Eye—unwittingly, I already have two trump cards. This is excellent. Inferior Demon needs nurturing; I must grow stronger myself. Only then can I walk further in this apocalypse!"

Chen Feng murmured to himself, then turned his eyes back to their original color.

After sleeping for a while, unaware of the outside situation, Chen Feng turned around and pushed open the door.

Straight away, a strong stench of blood filled his nostrils.

The spacious factory, lit dimly, has a generator. Although it can’t power the machines outside, ordinary lighting is not a problem.

Hundreds of people, either sitting or standing, seem somewhat uneasy, especially some women. After experiencing some disaster, they’ve become neurotic long ago. A dozen people huddle together, trembling nonstop.

In the center, five corpses, their eyes wide open, necks twisted, blood flowing from their mouths onto the ground.

Wei Xun stood at the side, his face flooded with fury. Clearly, these people died by his hand.

"What’s going on?" Chen Feng’s eyes flashed with a deep glow as he asked lightly.

Upon hearing the voice, Wei Xun quickly turned around, but when he saw Chen Feng’s pitch-black eyes, for some reason, his heart suddenly trembled, like encountering a lurking beast. The fury on his face quickly withdrew, replaced by fear.

"Sir, these were Wang Yong’s henchmen. They tried to escape just now, but I have suppressed them," Wei Xun lowered his head and quickly replied.

"Very well, arrange everything here; unify food storage, eliminate violence, and move those from the shelter here."

Chen Feng squinted his eyes, giving several orders to Wei Xun.

While the shelter’s safety is somewhat better, it’s underground, the environment damp, and lacks sunlight exposure—staying there too long causes illnesses in healthy people as well. However, it shouldn’t be abandoned; it can be used as a base to store food or act as temporary refuge when necessary.

As for people’s lives, Chen Feng doesn’t overly govern them. Once order is set, naturally someone will execute his commands.

Currently, there are only a few hundred people here. In the future, the number might increase to tens of thousands, even millions. If Chen Feng dedicated himself to everything, there’s no talk of advancement; he’d exhaust himself to death before long.

Not everyone can become a judge.

Power’s existence is merely a complementary relationship. Chen Feng shelters the crowd while they provide resources and stability for him.

Land of order.

Land of shelter.

Chen Feng cannot become the judge, fully devoted to eradicating evil, even sacrificing life. He deals with things mostly in a neutral way.

Of course, aside from these judges and neutrals, there are crazier cultists.

In the mid-apocalypse, with scattered hearts and collapsed morals, these cults begin to expand—twisted personalities killing not just for survival but for enjoyment, pleasure, and delight.

Moreover, some church leaders refine visceral supplements from children’s organs.

Devil’s Cult, Doomsday Cult, Child Exchange Divine Teachings—the names alone reek of filth, yet ordinary people willingly join.

Cancer!

In the apocalypse, insects, zombies, monsters can be killed; only people’s evil thoughts remain unrooted. Some lawless professionals have even aligned with other dimensional creatures to slaughter their kind.

Chaos!

In that age’s backdrop, the current situation is a mere calm water, not even a ripple.

Moreover, understanding that chaos prompts Chen Feng to pursue power eagerly. It’s accumulation, creating momentum; otherwise, survival in future battles is improbable!

"The factory has been fully secured, but for Wang Yong to shelter so many, there must be ample supplies, and holding this position for some time, he’s familiar with the surroundings."

Chen Feng pondered, his gaze landing on the Elemental Master nearby. As a professional under Wang Yong, he’s certainly involved in numerous raids.

Pointing a finger at him, Chen Feng said coldly, "Step forward, tell me how much supply Wang Yong has, and are there any powerful monsters nearby?"

Chen Feng has ascended to silver level; there’s still one slot vacant among the four summoned beasts. He has manpower and power; now is the prime time to solidify forces.

Monsters!

Powerful monsters!

He urgently needs some corpses to sacrifice for the fourth summoned beast!