In the apocalypse, chaotic weather is one of humanity’s enemies.
A clear and sunny day could suddenly turn into a torrential downpour, and by the next day, snowflakes might even be drifting from the sky.
Without a stable base, anyone is insignificant in the face of such weather. Awakened professionals might fare better, but ordinary people feel miserable, shivering so much that their teeth chatter, and they might even freeze to death.
Nature is ruthless.
This weather will only gradually improve after a year. It is a catastrophe brought by the apocalypse, similar to so energy storms. In this disaster, the mortality rate of the elderly and children reached 80%.
This is a brutal reality.
Vulnerable people, even if they escape being devoured by monsters, still succumb to the weather. Hunger, snowstorms, and drought plague the surviving humans.
Perhaps due to the principle of survival of the fittest, most survivors who made it through are incredibly healthy. In this context, the chance of the next generation becoming awakened professionals is 20% higher than their parents’ generation.
The apocalypse indeed changed many things.
Not only the surrounding environnt, even human genes are forced to beco perfect in the face of adversity. After all, besides humans, monsters have also gained a foothold on this land over ti.
Lagging behind ans not only getting beaten but could also lead to extinction.
For humanity, this war has just begun.
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If it were just rain, it wouldn’t be strange. However, this rain was too heavy, with raindrops the size of glass marbles, pouring down one after another in a continuous stream, hitting the leaves, stones, and roofs with a "pitter-patter" sound.
Chen Feng found a factory.
This was originally a nearby chanical processing plant. Due to an earthquake, many workshops collapsed, leaving only one or two buildings standing on the ground.
The windows in the room had shattered, and a large gust of cold wind blew in from outside. To keep Flora warm, Chen Feng lit so of the nearby debris to create a makeshift bonfire.
The benefit of the Fla Demon’s body was evident at this mont. Faced with the cold, Chen Feng was utterly fearless, even running barebacked in the snow without catching a cold.
Outside, it was a thunderstorm. For the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion, in an environnt dense with lightning, it could absorb abundant external energy to increase its strength.
Run away?
Chen Feng liked absolute control, so how could he let the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion act alone without a backup plan?
The Undead Mage, proficient in black magic, had already cast a Curse Skill on the Thunder Prison Dragon Lion. Without a caster to remove it, it wouldn’t be long before it rotted away and slowly beca a dry corpse.
"What a heavy rain, it seems this rain will last a while." Chen Feng looked at the gloomy sky, his tone sowhat disheartened.
Man proposes, God disposes. This disrupted his plan.
Fortunately, they reached the other shore before the rain started. Otherwise, once the river rose and the water beca turbulent, it would have been more troubleso.
In the darkness, Flora’s beautiful eyes sparkled. Her entire body was enveloped in mist, ethereal, looking like a pure white lotus blooming on green water, charming and beautiful.
She gave her ears a shake, gradually dispersing the mist from her body, listening intently to the "pop-pop" rain outside the factory, like frying beans, and the occasional rumble of thunder. For so reason, she suddenly felt a surge of indescribable loneliness.
The pressure to survive, the exhaustion of escape, the threat of demons, the fear among her tribe—all weighed on Flora’s heart, leaving her physically and ntally exhausted.
Pressure makes one grow but can also lead to destruction.
Under pressure, Flora beca a Master of Fist to better protect her tribe. However, the Abyss had too many difficulties. Although she drove away a powerful enemy, her tribe still faced other problems.
Food.
The tribe’s food wouldn’t last much longer. With each escape, they lost more than half their supply. It wouldn’t be long before their reserves were completely depleted.
During that ti, Flora desperately hunted outside, but one person’s ability was ultimately limited and could not sustain the entire tribe. The food consumption greatly exceeded the acquisition.
This was a calamity.
A tribe without food could hardly survive in the Abyss. This foretold that they had to make early preparations.
The elderly Cat Race mbers needed to leave the tribe. They were already old, unable to fight for the tribe anymore, and staying would only consu excess food. Without combat ability or assistance, their fate outside could easily be imagined.
Yet those elders would not refuse; they did not even protest. They simply tidied up their hos and left the tribe alone with a pack on their backs.
This was a tradition of the Cat Race.
To survive, their elders had also walked away from the tribe alone.
Flora began to doubt her beliefs, for the first and only ti questioning herself—are strength and principles really that important?
If so...
Why couldn’t she bring peace to her tribe?
And it was then that a confused Flora inexplicably accepted a summons and descended into the human world.
Flora witnessed an unprecedented civilization.
Although there were monsters here too, the environnt was several tis better than the Abyss, and, apart from that, food was inexhaustible, as if it could never be finished.
"Serve , and your tribe will survive."
Flora recalled Chen Feng’s promise in her mind. If only he could reach the Golden Tier, he could bridge the two worlds of the Abyss, and then her tribe would say goodbye to hunger, with no need to abandon the elderly anymore.
For Flora, who only saw shades of gray and black at that mont, her world began to fill with vibrant colors.
The na of that color was hope.
Although she didn’t want to admit it, she liked being with Chen Feng. Even though he always tried to bully her or grab her tail, he seed to have a magical ability; his cold gaze could dispel the overwhelming loneliness in her heart, which left her breathless.
Thinking like this, Flora wrapped her arms around her legs, resting her head on them, her face revealing a long-lost smile.
She was just a child.
And she too admired the strong.
She witnessed the rise of Order. In Chen Feng’s hands, the chaotic ruins were rebuilt, and those weak humans, even inferior to worms, thrived abundantly under his protection.
No jealousy.
Only anticipation.
Flora more than anyone else hoped for Chen Feng to beco stronger. Once he reached the Golden Tier, this signified that her tribe could also lead a life of ease and peace.
For this, she was even willing to give her life.
"Patter-patter..."
The sound of so chaotic footsteps approached.
Flora’s ears suddenly twitched a few tis, and she snapped out of her thoughts.
There was movent!
Flora raised her head, about to alert Chen Feng, only to see him already looking coldly toward the door. He then said, "Be careful, soone is coming."
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