Chapter 313 - 307: Soul Corruption

Civil amenities are under construction.

And who else could be the mastermind behind all this, if not Chen Feng?

This is not a meaningless investment.

Nor is it an observation park created by Chen Feng just for personal preference.

From the beginning, the construction of the Beast Garden and Insect Nest had a clear purpose—to familiarize ordinary people with monsters and insects.

The apocalypse is a prolonged war; it won’t disappear on any given day. As difficult as it is to accept, monsters and humans have blended into this world.

To survive in this world, people must become familiar with and accustomed to combat.

Combat personnel are not limited to warriors alone.

Chen Feng wants everyone to understand one thing: the creatures they once feared are mostly just larger beasts or insects. With weapons and courage, they can be overcome.

It’s a long journey of correction.

If awakening the bloodlust within people is possible, it’s undoubtedly beneficial. Even if some are still reluctant to pick up weapons, at least when they encounter the enemy outside, they won’t be completely at a loss, becoming a sitting duck.

Combat is truly essential in relatively impoverished times!

.........

Everything is falling into place.

All departments and personnel have begun intensive deployment; what Chen Feng needs to do is to convey one policy after another, and his subordinates naturally accomplish this perfectly.

This is the difference between a faction and a lone ranger.

Chen Feng feels fortunate to have made the most correct choice.

If he chose the latter, he might still be roughing it out, nowhere near the life he enjoys now, controlling a city of tens of thousands, living a life that could be described as luxurious.

Different status brings different resources.

Chen Feng is not so inflexible as to worry about the survival problems of the survivors while enjoying life.

In fact, he created "Order," providing these people a chance to shelter, support their families, already considered a significant contribution. As for whether they have enough food or warm clothing, it’s up to them to work hard.

Night falls.

Chen Feng lies on an opulent king-size bed, holding a cup of hot milk in hand—that’s his daily routine. When he fights, he’s more ruthless than anyone, but when he rests, he fully relaxes.

Staying tense all the time can lead to nervous problems.

For a Summoner, this is something to pay careful attention to.

"Boom boom..."

A knock resounds from afar, followed by a heavy voice: "Sir, there’s an urgent report."

o’clock in the evening.

This is Chen Feng’s rest time. Decisions high up wouldn’t bother him then, indicating that this urgent report is unusual.

He must take a look.

"I understand."

After a while, Chen Feng’s figure walks out and heads toward the place for discussing official matters.

At the same time.

On the very luxurious large bed in the room, fuzzy ears peek out from under the covers, followed shortly by a peerlessly beautiful face. Flora appears extremely lazy now, her delicate and smooth skin covered in sweat, and her expression radiates a languid charm of satisfaction.

Master of Fist?

Ascetic?

Camp Guardian God.

If Flora’s current appearance were seen by her tribesmen, even the most respected elders might gape in astonishment.

Because her expression is vastly different from the Flora they remember.

She’s fallen.

Indeed.

This girl who swore to protect her tribe and miraculously became a Master of Fist has eventually been corrupted by the Demon, becoming a Fallen.

From initial hesitation and awkwardness to now being at ease and candid.

Flora has used less than a month, her soul entirely dragged into the Abyss by Chen Feng.

"I can’t go on like this, my body feels weak and powerless, now unable to exert even fifty percent of my strength."

Flora raises her hand to rub her forehead, murmuring: "Yet there’s nothing bad about all this."

"Master said he would increase aid to my tribesmen, not just weapons and food, even Magic Crystal Cannons, some would be provided after the insect tide ends."

"I am not in the wrong."

"In a while, my tribesmen will lead a better life; Master won’t deceive me. As long as I perform well... there might be additional rewards..."

Flora doesn’t know what came to mind, a hint of crimson surfaces on her face, and she slowly retreats under the covers, gradually falling asleep.

Life is like that.

Becoming good is difficult, but becoming bad happens in an instant.

............

Chen Feng’s subordinates have gone missing.

And not ordinary people.

But three professionals.

They are members of the Dark Group.

The name alone suggests they engage in some dangerous and mysterious work, among which, the least are troops’ sharpshooters, while the strongest have even reached Silver.

This is a military unit belonging to Chen Feng and also the strongest combat force in the Economic Development Zone.

Among these three professionals, one even obtained monster abilities through Blood Sacrifice last time, showcasing unmatched strength. Though all three are merely Bronze Tier, their excellent teamwork had completed many difficult tasks before.

But now, they’re missing for two days, neither seen alive nor found dead.

Chen Feng sits in the conference room at dawn, listens attentively to his subordinate’s report, and asks: "When was the last time you contacted them?"

"Two days ago, right when taken the assignment. The direction they were scouting was the points marked by you on the east side, sir."

Chen Feng’s fingers tap on the chair, producing some light sounds.

The corpse tide has ended, Hong Jiuling is also dead; for survivors of the Economic Development Zone and Bridge East, there isn’t an enemy worth mentioning at the moment.

Yet Chen Feng knows hidden beneath this tranquility is a severe hazard.

That’s the insects!

The insects are well hidden, so Chen Feng recorded several places with high past insect activity on file, and routinely, those Dark Group members were responsible for scouting there.

The east side.

This area is apparently one of the outbreak points of the insect tide.

Could their disappearance be related to the insects? Maybe they discovered clues and were silenced by some powerful being?

Chen Feng gazes at his subordinate, speaks solemnly: "Organize the personnel; tomorrow I’ll personally lead the team to investigate. I can’t believe three living people can just vanish into thin air!"

"Yes!"

The warrior responds with a nod, rushes down to prepare for the trip.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng sits aside, falls into silence. Outside, it’s already dark; sitting in a lonely room now, he feels an impending sense of crisis.

The insects.

Perhaps they should descend soon!