Abyss Summoner of The Apocalypse

"May 15th, heavy rains persisted. Disasters struck many parts of China—dams collapsed, riverbanks burst, and an epidemic loomed on the horizon."

"May 23rd, a severe drought set in, with the sun blazing. The national average temperature reached 43 degrees Celsius. Crops were destroyed on a massive scale, and countless livestock perished."

"May 26th, a snowstorm hit. Cold winds swept through, and temperatures plummeted suddenly. In the northern regions, severe cold descended, and all power and communications were paralyzed."

"May 27th, clear skies..."

Chen Feng closed his notebook, his face expressionless as he looked out the window.

Today was the 27th. Unlike the bizarre and erratic weather of the past few days, today was surprisingly calm and sunny, with a rare sense of post-disaster normalcy and joy evident everywhere.

After all, in the past few days, large-scale disasters had struck the country, severely impacting agriculture, livestock, and human life.

No!

Not just in China—in these few days, disasters had plagued the entire world. Tsunamis, tornadoes, volcanoes, hurricanes... This planet, which had nurtured billions of humans, was now behaving like a petulant child, revealing its devilish nature.

According to rough estimates, in just these few days, millions had perished globally, and the number of missing was countless. These sudden disasters were an unprecedented catastrophe, the largest upheaval in recorded history.

But fortunately, today the chaos had finally subsided. The sky was clear, and all the disasters that had troubled humanity vanished simultaneously within a single day.

In the face of nature, the once-arrogant humans cowered like guinea pigs, trembling in their homes, with no recourse other than to pray. Now, with the weather clearing, everyone emerged from their houses, savoring this rare reprieve.

The dead were gone, but the living had to carry on.

Through the window, Chen Feng watched the smiling faces on the street, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. But this smile held loneliness, gloom, and helplessness—it was devoid of any relief or comfort.

Only he knew what was coming today. The disasters so far were just an appetizer. Humanity, this self-proclaimed most intelligent species on the planet, which enjoyed trampling on all other creatures and even waged wars of extermination against their kind for profit, was about to experience true fear.

In less than three hours, an energy storm would strike, paralyzing power grids across large areas. During this time, humans would not only face loneliness and darkness but also—death.

The apocalypse was upon them.

Rifts in space would open, unleashing countless monsters previously unseen on this planet.

Ferocious zergs, violent zombies, ruthless dragons, ravenous ogres, and other bizarre, unfamiliar life forms would turn the entire planet into a massive slaughterhouse, with humans as the prey.

But that was not all.

Those who had died in the disasters and the long-buried corpses would rise again. They would drag their tireless bodies forward, devouring all life they encountered.

Ants, cockroaches, grasshoppers—these weak insects, which could be crushed underfoot, would mutate. Their bodies would swell, and even small mosquitoes could grow to the length of a human arm. A single bite could drain a person into a desiccated corpse.

Beasts confined in zoos as mere pets, deprived of their natural freedom, would undergo atavistic transformations. Elderly elephants would sprout thick hair, their tusks would grow long and sharp, and snakes defanged by humans would shed their skins and emerge as ten-meter-long pythons. Bears and tigers, once hunted for sport and food, would mutate into fearsome creatures capable of resisting bullets and shells with their flesh alone.

Overnight, the genetic chains of all species would reset. Humans would no longer reign supreme on this planet. In this new era, they would be reduced to cannon fodder, food, and even tools for the gratification of male monsters.

For some, this would be the worst of times. The world would collapse, the economy would grind to a halt, and the once-mighty rich and powerful would become mere fodder for predators. Celebrities and socialites, stripped of their wealth and protectors, would become mere playthings. Elites, geniuses, beauties, and the privileged—those who had lived with their noses in the air during times of peace—would find themselves woefully unprepared for survival and be among the first to perish.

But for others, this would be the best of times. The genetic reset would not only benefit insects and beasts. A fortunate few would mutate, gaining powers like invisibility, flight, fire control, and the ability to command beasts. Before the apocalypse, they might have been failed students, disgruntled employees, or even scavengers in a dump.

Before the apocalypse, they were the world's underdogs, scorned and despised by their peers. But when the apocalypse arrived, they transformed into "Professionals". Compared to ordinary people, they were more likely to survive, find food, and even those women they once fantasized about would become their subservient slaves.

In a single day, the rules of the world were completely reshuffled.

Some who lived would find life worse than death.

Some who died, but...

"This is truly a fascinating experience," Chen Feng muttered, spreading his hands and looking at his unscarred arms, a ripple of emotion in his eyes.

Regression?

Surviving the apocalypse for more than a decade, even as one of the lucky ones who gained special abilities, had left him deeply scarred.

The world had collapsed, and human hearts had turned cold.

In the age of technology, humans had been bound by books and laws, becoming civilized beings who valued filial piety, friendship, and love.

But when the apocalypse arrived, the veneer of civilization was destroyed. Freed from their bonds, humans became no longer kind and gentle. Instead, to survive, they turned against each other—spouses betrayed each other, parents and children fought to the death, and patricide became commonplace.

For a moldy piece of bread, couples who once loved each other could turn their blades on each other. Fathers, driven by hunger, might cook and devour their own children. Weapons meant for protection could incite deadly sibling rivalries. Selfishness, survival of the fittest, and might make right—these became the new laws of this world.

But Chen Feng had learned this truth too late.

It takes time for people to turn evil. Even those notorious killers and dictators had once been innocent infants.

In the early days of the apocalypse, although Chen Feng had abilities, his conscience hadn't been snuffed out. He helped the weak, extended a hand to refugees, but in the end, found that being a good person was a fool's errand.

This was a world where people devoured each other.

After enduring betrayal, treachery, and severe injuries, Chen Feng finally understood the true nature of the world, but by then, it was too late.

He had lost too many opportunities, suffered too much damage. Even with newfound clarity, his strength had already stagnated, and his final fate was to be buried in a stone forest, devoured by violent beasts and insects.

But fate is fickle.

Who would have thought that he would be reborn, back to the eve of the apocalypse?

Feeling the chaotic memories swirling in his mind, Chen Feng closed his eyes. This second chance at life had given him something far more valuable than combat skills, insight into the weaknesses of monsters, or knowledge of hidden treasures.

It had given him an understanding of this world.

Unlike others who would need time to adapt to this new era, Chen Feng—

Had no need for that process.

For him, darkness was second nature.