Gutang Port.
In a sowhat 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 won with striking features stood nearby, likely arranged by soone with intentions to please Chen Feng.
Never underestimate the courage of so 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 won, 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 mont, these won 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 soone 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 "Hamrhead 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, Hamrhead 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.
Hamrhead Hat’s neutrality might also be due to his abilities. He beca 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 so auxiliary vocation.
The summoned fish beca 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, Hamrhead 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 ant 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 re rabble compared to those at Qiaodong.
Therefore, he needed to support soone capable and prestigious to stay here on his behalf.
And Hamrhead 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 environnt. 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 beca food on human tables. Although it was impossible to clear them all in a short ti, it was just a matter of ti. Under Chen Feng’s sword, these creatures had nowhere to hide.
Chen Feng had no interest in the won 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, rely bad habits that corroded the soul. It was a rare mont of relaxation; Chen Feng hadn’t truly sat down to rest in a long ti.
Slaughter!
Slaughter!
More slaughter!
Chen Feng felt more pressure than ever before. Even soone used to bloodshed and slaughter felt a bit weary, needing to sit down and relax his nerves a bit.
n get tired.
Especially in this apocalypse.
To others, Chen Feng’s current territory seed 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 an 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 re stream of faith, it had now beco 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 fla 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 na 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 mont.
Fear descends!
Then, Chen Feng could truly be considered one of the strongest in the world.
Ti passed second by second.
Chen Feng was slowly drinking the ice water in front of him, while at the door, Hamrhead Hat, who had already arrived but not received the command to approach, remained standing straight.
Hamrhead Hat’s face even bore a slight smile. He seed 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 Hamrhead 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.
Hamrhead Hat passed the test.
And as the reward, he would beco the agent at this port.
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