Total Domination

"An Infernal Butterfly?"

Chen Feng's voice held a trace of surprise as he gazed at the struggling butterfly in his grasp. Even his hardened heart felt a faint tremor at this moment.

A rarity among rarities.

If the Netherlight Cockroach was akin to a seasoned Professional among humans, then the Infernal Butterfly was a hero among them, a Hero Template. Out of a thousand—no, out of ten thousand evolving butterflies, only one might emerge.

This butterfly may not possess physical strength or elemental power, but its terrifying nature was undiminished. It excelled in mental manipulation.

Illusions.

This creature was a master of deception, capable of assuming any form. It could create an illusionary world, trapping its enemies within a labyrinth of nightmares, conjuring endless horrors from which escape was nearly impossible.

The Infernal Butterfly's true power lay in its ability to ensnare its prey in a web of fear, confusion, and despair. These overwhelming negative emotions nourished the butterfly, as it slowly consumed the consciousness of its victims.

Just moments ago, had Chen Feng succumbed to the searing agony of losing his arm, the fear in his heart would have magnified endlessly, trapping him in the illusion until his consciousness was entirely drained, leaving him a hollow shell—a mindless husk devoid of thought.

A narrow escape.

Chen Feng took a deep breath to steady himself. If not for his experiences across two lifetimes, enduring countless trials in the apocalypse, he might not have survived this ordeal.

A true nightmare.

Senra's Butterfly turned illusory pain into something terrifyingly real. Even knowing it was a fabrication, the pain was inescapable.

"Wang Yong..."

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a deadly light as he turned his gaze toward Wang Yong.

What kind of twisted fortune does this man possess?

Not only did he manage to tame two Netherlight Cockroaches, but he even commanded this rare and powerful Infernal Butterfly with ease. If it weren't for him, any other Silver Realm professional would have been doomed today—Wang Yong might have even turned defeat into victory.

What a waste...

If he hadn't intervened, with these three insects, Wang Yong would have undoubtedly carved his name into infamy. But now, the victor claims everything. No matter how talented or fortunate he was, in the end, all he's done is pave the way for Chen Feng. Every resource, every ounce of potential, has been stripped away, piece by piece.

"You actually woke up? How... how is this possible?" On the other side, Wang Yong's eyes widened in disbelief, the shock etched on his face as if his very eyeballs might burst from their sockets.

By sheer chance, he had saved the Infernal Butterfly, initially dismissing it as an ordinary evolving creature. But as time passed, the Infernal Butterfly revealed its true nature—not only could it disguise itself as a tattoo on his body, but its powers were strange and formidable. Once its illusionary light ensnared someone, escape was impossible.

At best, they would be left in a state of dementia; at worst, they would die of sheer terror.

This was Wang Yong's final trump card. Yet, no matter how he calculated, he never imagined that the young man before him would emerge unscathed. And not only that—after waking, Chen Feng effortlessly seized control of his Infernal Butterfly.

Unstoppable.

At this moment, though Chen Feng remained silent, his presence seemed to swell, becoming a towering figure in Wang Yong's terrified eyes. The once formidable leader who had ruled J City now knelt trembling like a cornered animal, stripped of his last defense. His final trump card had been crushed, leaving him utterly powerless. All he could do was grovel in submission.

'I have still by ability... Even if these three insects are killed, I can still subdue others to serve me. That is my value, my bargaining chip...' Wang Yong's mind raced desperately.

'He said he wanted to take control here. His ambitions align with mine—recruiting forces, building power. Where there is ambition, there are weaknesses...'

'It's better to live than to die. He's seen what I can do. If I surrender, surely I'll be put to good use!'

'Compared to life, what does dignity matter? I, Wang Yong, have survived countless trials, starting from nothing. I began by selling CDs, secondhand clothes, and gradually worked my way up. I survived by knowing when to bend and when to stretch. Surrendering now doesn't mean the end!'

'This is just enduring hardship for a greater goal. When the time is right, I can still seek revenge, but I must hide my true intentions. Until I'm absolutely sure, I can't let him see through my facade!'

All these thoughts flickered through his mind in an instant. Wang Yong made his decision, raising his head with a carefully crafted expression of fear, his lips trembling as he prepared to beg for mercy. But before he could utter a single word, a wave of scorching heat surged toward him.

His pupils dilated in shock—everything happened too fast, leaving him no time to react!

Slash!

The Flameblade sliced through his skull with terrifying precision, and in an instant, blood erupted like a crimson fountain. A few heartbeats later, his body collapsed to the ground with a lifeless thud.

A once-powerful figure.

Endowed with boundless luck, he could have risen to rival even Ms. Doom in the future. Yet here he lay, dead, reduced to nothing more than a headless corpse.

"I don't know what you were about to say, but there's one thing I don't believe in—you," Chen Feng remarked coldly, his gaze fixed on the lifeless body, his eyes devoid of emotion.

Wang Yong might have had something to say, but Chen Feng had no interest in hearing it. He acted on his convictions. Wang Yong's ties to this camp ran too deep; keeping him alive would only invite greater danger. How many individuals with such exceptional talent would willingly serve as slaves?

Charisma?

A person like that can be suppressed temporarily, but never indefinitely. Rather than living in constant vigilance, it's better to cut the problem at its root, leaving no chance for retaliation.

Any unstable element must be eradicated!

This is Chen Feng's way.

Hiss...

The Infernal Butterfly, still in its butterfly form but possessing a sinister intelligence, sensed its master's death. At first, it resisted fiercely, its tiny body trembling with defiance. But as the realization set in that it couldn't escape, it gradually quieted, its insect eyes pleading, looking up at Chen Feng with pitiful desperation.

"An Inferal Butterfly, a natural aberration... How should I deal with you?" Chen Feng muttered to himself, his eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light.