Abyss Summoner of The Apocalypse
[Original Synopsis] The Abyss. A name that evokes dread in the hearts of all—a vast, suffocating void, an endless chasm where nightmares are born and fester. In this forsaken realm, fear is not merely experienced; it devours. The very environment is a relentless predator, and existence hangs by a thread, forever on the brink of annihilation. This is the Abyss—a grotesque domain where demons and devils revel in deceit, death and destruction, where hope is nothing more than a cruel illusion. In this desolate world, the Abyss is both a source of ultimate terror and Chen Feng’s only chance for survival. As humanity nears its final days, Chen Feng uncovers a terrifying power—a cursed ability that allows him to commune with the Abyss itself. Through sheer force or blood-soaked sacrifices, he calls forth the horrors that dwell in the depths, bending them to his will. For he is... The Abyss Summoner. [Translator's Synopsis] The Apocalypse has struck. Nature has unleashed a torrent of destruction—floods, droughts, storms—all tearing the world to shreds. The survivors cling to the last threads of hope, unaware of the true nightmare about to unfold. But Chen Feng isn’t fooled. With an energy storm on the brink of plunging the world into darkness, monstrous beings from other realms are poised to tear through reality, turning the planet into a battleground where humans are no longer the apex predator. Once, Chen Feng believed in helping others, driven by a sense of compassion that the world repaid with betrayal and suffering. He learned too late that in a world where humanity is mere prey, kindness is a fatal flaw. Now, reborn with the bitter wisdom of his past and armed with the cursed power he once failed to fully harness—the power to summon the horrors of the Abyss—Chen Feng will command the darkness, seize dominion, and carve out his empire in the shattered remains of the world... For he is... The Abyss Summoner. [Disclaimer] This is a Translated Novel Discord : https://discord.gg/9fgGzj9GgH
Pugilist Master
Catwoman.
It turned out to be a catkin girl.
Half-beastmen don't have the lifespan of elves. Their physical makeup is similar to that of humans, and by their standards, she was still young—just a girl.
A frail race.
The catkin didn't possess much physical strength. Their only remarkable attribute was speed, which was likely the reason they hadn't yet faced extinction.
Masters of fleeing.
Some demon lords were particularly fond of these creatures. They commanded catkin and dogkin to crawl on all fours, with metal collars around their necks to signify their status.
In the Abyss.
The value of a catkin was considerable, and their appearance often caused quite a stir.
Abyssal creatures had a tendency to compete for status, and owning a crawling catkin was a symbol of wealth and power.
Pets.
In the Abyss, catkin were treated more like pets than sentient beings.
As Chen Feng observed the catgirl, the wild-looking girl took a step forward. Her body crouched low, exposing her sharp canines, and her chest rose and fell like an angry feline ready to bare its fangs.
"Hmm?" Chen Feng's eyes gleamed sharply as he watched her.
This kitten dares to resist?
Typically, catkin were timid creatures, easily frightened into abandoning their homes at the slightest disturbance, often fleeing in mass migration. Because of this, even weak creatures like goblins dared to harass them.
Yet here, this catgirl was acting out of character. She no longer resembled a timid kitten but rather a predator defending its territory.
"Good! I was hoping to test your abilities. Summoning slots are precious, and I won't allow a useless pet to take up such an important position. Show me your strength—prove to me you're worthy of being my servant!"
As he spoke, the Harbinger stepped forward from behind Chen Feng, tossing the Epic Fang to the ground. Without hesitation, it charged forward like a rolling boulder, barreling toward the catgirl.
On the other side, the catgirl was equally unwilling to back down. She clenched her fists, and rushed directly at the Harbinger.
Chen Feng shook his head.
He had little faith in this brave little kitten. The gap between them was simply too large. The Harbinger possessed an undead body, immune to pain and fatigue. Even bullets couldn't pierce its defenses, let alone a catkin's bare fists.
The catgirl's height barely reached the Harbinger's waist. The disparity was so great that it wouldn't take long before she was reduced to a puddle of flesh and blood.
Chen Feng wasn't a caretaker.
He wouldn't waste time nurturing weaklings.
For summoners, it was common to kill weaker summons in favor of calling forth more powerful creatures.
Beauty?
What use is that?
When Chen Feng eventually reached the Legend Realm, he might keep some pets for show, but not now. His current surroundings were fraught with danger.
He needed to do everything possible to increase his combat strength.
Grahhhg...
The Harbinger didn't care for beauty or fragility. For it, battle and slaughter were the mainstays of its decaying existence. Its single red eye gleamed as it locked onto the catgirl, swinging its hammer-like fist toward her head.
The Harbinger's blow, like a hammer striking an anvil, would erase her beautiful face from existence in an instant.
"Mreeeooow!"
Just as the Harbinger's fist was about to land, the catgirl's eyes narrowed. She twisted her body to the side, her reflexes sharper than a whip, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.
—Unearthly Agility!
Catkin had incredible reflexes, a racial trait just like the Dark Elves' precision.
At the same time, the catgirl threw a punch. Her seemingly soft hand jabbed the Harbinger's waist.
Pointless.
To the casual observer, it was like watching a feather touch a mountain—it should have been impossible to cause any damage.
Boom!
Just before the catgirl's fist connected with the Harbinger, a sudden explosion of sound erupted from her.
The catgirl had thrown her fists with all her strength, and Chen Feng could hear the sharp whistle of her strikes cutting through the air!
The impact sent the Harbinger staggering backward. It stumbled seven or eight steps before collapsing to the ground, flipping over several times.
Chen Feng noticed it clearly—at the precise moment the catgirl's fists connected with the Harbinger, a purple flame-like energy flared from her hands.
—Qi Strike!
She had condensed all her strength into her punch, releasing it in a devastating instant. Had this blow landed on an ordinary person, their internal organs would have been obliterated, resulting in instant death.
But it wasn't over.
The catgirl's lunged forward, covering several meters in a single leap. Her fist slammed into the Harbinger's chest with brutal force, sending a spray of foul blood, mixed with fragments of broken internal organs, spewing from its mouth.
—Pugilist Mastery!
Her expression was cold and focused, revealing that this was far from her first encounter with such an enemy. Hard to believe that a creature known for fleeing from goblins could be so composed when faced with the terrifying Harbinger.
There was no hesitation, no fear. In a matter of seconds, she had incapacitated the Harbinger.
A Master of the Fist.
This catgirl had truly grasped the essence of pugilism. In the Abyss, beings that earned such a title were few, and they were typically hulking creatures like the bear-men or gnolls.
Yet here stood this catkin, defying all expectations.
Chen Feng had summoned three creatures before: the mindless, slime-like Dretch; the Harbinger, a bloodthirsty executioner without wisdom; and the Dark Elf, whose talent, while exceptional, was bound by the limits of her race. Each had followed a predictable path.
But this catgirl was different.
Despite the Harbinger's underestimation, to cripple such a formidable opponent with only two punches revealed her staggering potential..
A prodigy!
There was no doubt—she was an absolute genius!
Her raw talent surpassed even the standard hero template. Raised in the Abyss, a realm of unparalleled brutality, her skills had been sharpened to perfection.
"Mreow!"
The catgirl ignored the defeated Mourner. Her gaze locked onto Chen Feng, and suddenly her body blurred—not an illusion, but a testament to her unmatched speed!
In an instant, she closed the distance between them, appearing directly before Chen Feng.
A punch.
Without hesitation, she launched a strike aimed squarely at Chen Feng's head!
"Impressive!"
At such close range, countering was impossible. Unearthly Agility, explosive bursts of energy, and pugilist mastery—the catgirl possessed them all.
"You dare!"
Yet Chen Feng did not flinch. He made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he shouted, his voice rippling with authority, and extended his palm. The instant his voice reached catgirl's ears, she froze, her body locked in place.
The power of control.
No matter how skilled the catgirl was, she could not defy the force that bound her.
His right hand tightened around her throat.
Chen Feng's eyes met hers, a flicker of curiosity passing through his gaze. "Fascinating… You've exceeded my expectations. A fragile catkin, yet you've grasped the essence of pugilism."