Blackening.
Chen Feng looked at Wei Xun, a glint flashing in his eyes.
From the mont he killed his friend, the person before him embarked on a path of blackening, devoid of emotion, driven by selfishness and self-interest.
The horror of the apocalypse lies not in zombies or insects. What’s so terrifying about death? Even if one’s head is smashed, it’s but a montary pain.
The most frightening thing in this disaster is despair.
And despair slowly turns the heart strange and decayed.
The disaster affects the minds of so people, undeniably. The man with glasses was a hero, and after gaining power, he didn’t just think of surviving alone but of using his strength to save more ordinary people.
This is admirable, yet also naïve.
The apocalypse is no fairy tale where effort leads to results and kindness brings reward.
In this new era, power is the only thing that controls everything. Want to be a hero? Sure, unless you possess the ability to protect ordinary people and sweep away all monsters, only then can you carry that title; otherwise, so-called redemption is nothing but needless sacrifice.
In this world, there are more people like Wei Xun who stop at nothing to achieve their goals. To survive, familial love, friendship, and romantic love are all disposable waste paper!
Chen Feng had seen too many such examples, yet seeing Wei Xun’s expression, he still found it intriguing.
People, in monts of despair, can unleash unimaginable strength.
Now Wei Xun has long discarded the so-called emotions, becoming a cold-blooded person who can sell out everything to stay alive.
This is good...
Chen Feng gave an eerie nod of approval.
Surviving the apocalypse, an individual’s strength is too feeble. No matter how strong a personal power is, it’s still just an individual. To survive in this world, influence is the real foundation.
This is just the beginning; the monsters haven’t shown their true power yet. As ti passes, they’ll start to converge, and then the real war begins.
Blood Night Insect Tide.
J City is about to face a catastrophe. Calculating the ti, in a month, tens of thousands of insects will sweep through J City; in the new era, this is called the Blood Night Event.
In mory, J City lost sixty percent of its ard forces to eliminate this insect tide. For J City, it was a true disaster, with dozens of warriors dying and tens of thousands of ordinary people massacred. J City was greatly weakened by this, taking two full years to recover.
Therefore, before this disaster arrives, Chen Feng must prepare in advance.
Escape?
Chen Feng hadn’t even considered this. The disaster affected the whole world; no place is safe. In J City, he could rely on his mories to make so precautions, but going elsewhere, not to ntion being equally dangerous, his mories would serve no purpose. It would be pure gambling.
Nine out of ten gambles lose.
Chen Feng never leaves his life to luck.
Cooperating with the military is just the first step; next, Chen Feng needs to build his own force. Only by holding power in his own hands can he make plans for the future.
Chen Feng needs so preparation.
Doing everything personally wastes a lot of ti.
An agent.
Just like Xu Hongzhuang he encountered before, Chen Feng is trying to recruit suitable talents to use.
Chen Feng gazed at Wei Xun before him, slightly lean in figure but with a solemn expression and eyes full of cold light, his hand still dripping blood. He held his waist as if ready to fight at any mont.
The man with glasses was undoubtedly a brave one, with a rare heart of compassion in the apocalypse. Even under life’s pressure, he remained true to himself, unchanged.
But he died...
Being a hero requires so cost. Compared to villains, they have more responsibilities and principles, which, in dangerous situations, can likely lead to unnecessary deaths and injuries.
But Wei Xun is different; selfish, cunning, cruel, and ruthless. He embodies all the negative traits. To survive and not give up his hiding place, he killed his best friend without hesitation. In the future, this blackening will gradually amplify, whether humans or monsters, any obstacle in his way will be shattered and destroyed by him.
Recruite him?
There is a great risk; Chen Feng needs to be ready for betrayal at any mont.
No big deal.
To Chen Feng, the so-called oaths were no more noble than the promises of a prostitute.
What he valued was the other’s decisive nature; as long as he could always stand above him, betrayal wouldn’t happen.
Wei Xun is only Bronze Level; crushing him is as easy as crushing an ant.
Darkness should walk with darkness; selfishness is not wrong, cruelty is not wrong, pursuing profit is also not wrong.
He just wants to survive.
It’s cruel, but to Chen Feng, it embodies his belief in whether he can continue in the apocalypse.
To survive and realize the ideals within one’s heart is the greatest courage of a person.
"Who are you?"
Crimson eyes gazed at Chen Feng, filled with anger and killing intent, almost tangible, cutting like a knife.
"Whoever you are, you must die today!" Wei Xun gritted his teeth, ready to tear him apart.
Being seen killing a friend felt like having his last shred of dignity stripped away. At this mont, Wei Xun only wanted to kill the person before him, permanently burying the truth.
Wei Xun’s eyes reddened, tightly staring at the distant young man.
In contrast, Chen Feng was calm, stepping forward and speaking slowly: "Swear allegiance to , and I can give you anything you want: food, won, status, and life’s protection."
Wei Xun froze, looking at Chen Feng like he was crazy; to him, this sudden man seed utterly mad.
"What nonsense are you saying..." Suddenly his eyes changed, looking at Chen Feng, eyes widening, like witnessing the monsters when the apocalypse first arrived.
"You... you..." Wei Xun’s voice trembled slightly.
Chen Feng’s eyes suddenly reflected a blaze, strange symbols spread across his hands, neck, and even his face, radiating a sulfurous and destructive aura.
Most terrifying was the frightening and scorching energy swirling around him, the intensity heating Wei Xun all over, making his skin burn with pain even at a few ters away.
"Are you sure you want to be my enemy? Little... ant."
Chen Feng looked at Wei Xun with disdain, as if he were an Evil God dwelling in the Abyss, lofty and filled with indifference and apathy towards life.
Now, it’s ti for Wei Xun to make his choice...
ps: Saw the screen full of green forgiveness in the morning, does your conscience not ache?
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