Death Wish

The dark elves belong to a chaotic and evil faction. Their daily lives revolve around killing and sex, driven by an unrestrained nature that finds pleasure in these acts. Demons, their own kind, and even half-orcs could all potentially be their partners.

During those years in the abyss, who knows what horrors she endured?

Chen Feng exhaled a stale breath. He had no interest in getting too close to the dark elf, not wanting to risk contracting some unknown infection after engaging with her. That would be more trouble than it's worth.

Chen Feng's rejection angered the dark elf. She frowned slightly, clearly displeased. In the abyss, no male had ever refused her advances.

Angry?

The dark elf was a creature capable of thought.

Compared to the mindless dretch, the dark elf clearly possessed self-awareness.

"See that zombie in the distance? Shoot it through the head," Chen Feng ordered, pointing at a distant zombie from the window.

The dark elf remained unmoved.

She stood still, a look of contempt flashing in her eyes. Although they had a master-servant contract, the dark elf could sense that Chen Feng was not physically strong.

If she wanted, she could kill him several times over in just a minute.

This was the abyss.

A world where the strong ruled.

In a world devoid of ties and emotions, when faced with a choice between interests and loyalty, it wasn't uncommon for even parents to be ruthlessly killed by their children.

"Am I being looked down upon?" Chen Feng sneered.

Slap!

In the next instant, he spun around abruptly, landing a sharp slap across the dark elf's face.

The attack came so suddenly that the dark elf hadn't even registered it before a burning pain spread across her cheek. Instinctively, she wanted to draw an arrow and retaliate, but her body was paralyzed, frozen in place, not even her fingers could move.

"Filth from the abyss, perhaps you've forgotten the power of the contract. From the moment I summoned you, your life belongs to me."

Spiritual communication.

As her master, Chen Feng could communicate with the dark elf through his spiritual energy. He clenched his fist and drove it hard into her abdomen.

Bang!

The dark elf's eyes widened in shock. The pain in her stomach brought tears to her eyes, but the power of the contract bound her, rendering her helpless. Unless she broke through to the Gold level, she would never escape Chen Feng's control.

The prerequisite being that Chen Feng himself never advanced, which was impossible. As he grew stronger, the contract would only tighten, binding the dark elf closer to him until...the day she died, when the contract would finally break.

An archer is skilled in ambushes and sniping.

The dark elf was far stronger than the dretch, yet here she was, being pummeled like a mere sandbag.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Chen Feng's fists repeatedly struck the dark elf's vital points, showing no mercy, no kindness. Within minutes, she lay defeated on the ground.

He wiped the blood from his hands.

Chen Feng picked up the boning knife and pressed it against the dark elf's neck, his voice cold.

"Submit, or die!"

The dark elf was in a sorry state, her hair disheveled, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and her chest burning with pain. She had never felt such despair—completely helpless, knowing her life could end at his whim in just a second.

Chen Feng's presence loomed over her.

In him, she saw the same will to kill that she had only ever sensed from bone dragons and dark knights.

"I…submit."

The proud dark elf finally chose submission.

Chen Feng wasn't a sadist who derived pleasure from hitting women; he simply needed to tame her as quickly as possible, like how circuses train wild animals—with whips and beatings.

The dark elves harbored deep hatred for any creatures from the surface world. Even the few evil elves among them were enemies in their eyes, and they wouldn't hesitate to betray them if necessary.

Shameless and unfaithful beings.

For them, power and fear were more persuasive than communication and reason.

In a way, the dark elves were masochistic creatures—they loved betrayal, yet craved control. Especially when it came to the strong, they had no resistance.

The dark elf lay on the ground, her white hair in disarray, looking both tired and rebellious. Her frosty eyebrows, dark eye shadow, and brown eyes under long lashes gave off a distant, icy light, but there was also a hidden, barely perceptible desire. A trace of blood lingered on her lips, and she seductively licked it away with her smooth tongue.

Masochistic to the core.

Chen Feng's fists had somehow given her a twisted sense of pleasure.

Through fists and threats, Chen Feng had secured the loyalty of the dark elf.

After that, things became much easier. The dark elf obediently stood up, moved to the window, and raised her bow. Her demeanor changed instantly.

If before she had exuded an aura of unruly seduction, now she was like a leopard hidden in the shadows.

Silent, unseen.

Waiting only for the moment to strike, when she would reveal her claws and fangs, ready to take the life of her prey.

The dark elf narrowed her eyes, and in the next second, she released the bowstring. A streak of light flashed, moving so fast that the naked eye could barely track the arrow's trajectory.

Thwack!

At a distance of 200 meters, a wandering zombie's head exploded. The arrow continued through its skull and only stopped when it embedded itself in a distant wall.

Such power.

Chen Feng couldn't help but clench his fists in excitement.

As a professional, his vision had been enhanced, but at this distance and in the dark, he could only make out the vague shape of a zombie. Yet, the dark elf had easily shot it through the head using her night-fighting abilities.

In many ways, the dark elves were comparable to expert snipers. Hidden in the shadows, opponents like the tentacle monster wouldn't even have the chance to escape—they would be mercilessly hunted down.

A meat shield and a long-range attacker.

A very interesting combination.

Having secured this base and with two powerful protectors by his side, Chen Feng was confident he could survive the next seven days.

While other professionals were risking their lives fighting monsters to survive, all Chen Feng had to do was sit back and direct the dretch and dark elf in battle.

This might just be…

The unique charm of a Summoner!