Abyss Summoner

Broo found it hard to describe his current feelings. Oh no, he somewhat forgot, he couldn’t use his previous name anymore. The master gave him a new name, Xiong Da.

The name was strange, but Xiong Da accepted it gladly.

As a native creature, Xiong Da once had many fantasies, becoming a powerful warrior, then exploring those ruins full of opportunities. If possible, he even wanted to marry an Enchanting Demon, although others said that Enchanting Demons were more suited to be lovers, Xiong Da stubbornly believed that those long-legged, slim-waisted Enchanting Demons were like a piece of art. Instead of being displayed in a museum, better to keep at home and admire anytime.

But reality gave him a blow.

Xiong Da’s performance in the tribe was mediocre, not the worst, but far from a genius. He was naturally zero in communication with Elemental Power, which meant, he couldn’t become a respected Caster like the Clan Leader.

All dreams were shattered one by one in front of reality.

He didn’t become the shining genius in the tribe and was also very clear that to marry an Enchanting Demon was a joke.

Without power, even if blessed by the god of love one day, the next day, no, on the wedding night, a stronger being would replace him to become the bride’s mate.

There is no loyalty or mercy on this land.

Since Xiong Da could remember, he had had six fathers. The method of promotion was simple, by killing the previous obstacle, one would obtain the title of "Father".

This meant Xiong Da’s real father was killed defending his wealth the first time, then left to rot in the wild, becoming a skeleton.

This might sound unbelievable, but this is the norm of the Abyss, where everyone, every demon, every creature lives by the law of chaos.

Xiong Da was now an adult, as a strong bear goblin, he had the right to compete for a mate. After long consideration, he targeted a female bear goblin.

Her husband lost an arm in a recent hunt. Even though he was a brave warrior before, missing an arm is like a toothless tiger, still imposing but significantly weakened.

The bear goblin rarely left her house after her arm was broken, seemingly afraid of being noticed, but she needed to work to find food for her family, so only after nightfall would she sneak out to find food. Perhaps this was a good opportunity to strike.

The tribe did not condone mutual slaughter, and if discovered, one would be directly executed.

To be honest, Xiong Da didn’t like the lady, she was a dozen years older than him, had had two husbands and five children before; once he killed her husband, he would have to bear the family burden, adding up to seven mouths including himself, which was a heavy pressure.

But in the camp,

A bear goblin over twenty without a wife would be looked down upon, even given the title of "Swine". This is the lowest name, derived from a fat, unaggressive pig-like monster.

An adult bear goblin without a wife would be despised by everyone in the tribe. To be scorned by all was not a pleasant thing.

Xiong Da needed to prove himself, needed a wife, needed her body to give him an offspring, and all of this was based on successfully killing her husband!

It was deformed, but this was also why the tribe could survive in the Dark Realm for thousands of years.

The elderly, those who lost the ability to fight, would be killed by the younger ones, who undoubtedly had stronger bodies and terrifying power. The Clan Leader and the high-ups believed that offspring born from these bear goblins would have healthy bodies.

Simply put, it was survival of the fittest.

Xiong Da knew he needed to speed up. According to his knowledge, there were three other bear goblins interested in this too, so he brought his siblings out of the camp to hunt and practice combat skills in the wild, trying to win the victory in peak condition.

But all of this changed after meeting Chen Feng.

His brother died, even splattered his brain on his face, but Xiong Da only showed a trace of pain and chose to submit because of the opponent’s power.

Of course, that dead brother was just a legacy left by the later few fathers, compared to brothers, they were more like a team united to find food.

Xiong Da had no intention of avenging.

He didn’t before, and after witnessing the power Chen Feng possessed, he dared not even have this thought.

Previously, amidst the soul wails of the Hundred Tempered Corpses, Xiong Da fell unconscious, and when he woke up, the surroundings looked like a meteor had fallen, creating a terrifying scene.

The suffocating energy hadn’t dissipated, giving Xiong Da an instinctive fear. Just the aftermath could put such pressure on him? If he had witnessed it all, would he have been scared to death alive?

It took Xiong Da a long time to recover after that, and at that moment, the ambition shattered by reality seemed to coagulate again.

"The master is powerful!"

"The master is unfamiliar with this place!"

"The master is not strict, on the contrary, even kind!"

"The master said if he could be satisfied, he would give me some rewards!"

Xiong Da carefully recalled his interactions with Chen Feng. As a naturally not very clever species, it took him a long time to summarize some useful information.

Even dogs from rich families eat premium beef.

Xiong Da did not feel indignant about becoming a slave. Instead, after witnessing Chen Feng’s power, many thoughts grew in his mind.

"The master is a strong one, many times scarier than the Clan Leader, perhaps... this is an opportunity to shake off mediocrity!" Xiong Da glanced at Chen Feng, shrouded in a cloak, and then quickly turned away.

Xiong Da did not want to become the foster father of a bunch of little ones, did not want to marry a wife as fat as a swine, and also did not want to live a numb and futureless life like many of his clansmen.

The master.

Perhaps this is the key to changing everything.

"So, how can I satisfy the master and get some rewards?" Xiong Da walked on the land, even though the surroundings were barren, his heart was like a forest, full of vitality.

And this...

Perhaps it is the power of hope?