Doomsday Summoning Frenzy

After the two soldiers left, Kamen finally let out a sigh of relief. He took a deep breath of the scorching air and, after a moment, retrieved the package given to him by the soldiers.

He opened the package and began to check its contents.

Clothes, food, communication device.

These were standard supplies.

In addition, there were some practical items like purification tablets.

Just these things were enough for Kamen to use for several months.

He quickly categorized the items in the package and repacked them into different containers. After a short while, when Kamen had organized all the standard supplies, several exquisite books caught his eye.

Looking at the large characters on the covers, a strange expression appeared on Kamen's face.

"Mind Conditioning."

"Communication Skills."

"Interpersonal Relationships: The Brainwashing Edition."

There were about a dozen books. Kamen squatted on the ground, briefly flipping through them. After a moment, he closed the book and let out a gentle sigh.

He had already guessed the fundamental purpose of this mission...

The Demon Realm refugee camp on the 5286th continental plate of Zone Seven was quite simple.

It was a small settlement built around caves.

Eight caves of varying sizes housed around 700 members of different demonic clans.

The demonic creatures who managed to escape from the battlefield might not be very strong, but their luck was certainly good.

However, "luck" does not always favor a single individual.

Twenty days ago, Mr. Winter had rushed out of the main battlefield of Zone Seven with Little Winter. He successfully reached the edge of the continental plate and plunged into the endless void, drifting for about seven days before reaching the “new world” before him.

The 5286th continental plate of Zone Seven.

A barren, resource-scarce place, but one that contained a small demonic refugee camp.

Of course, the oddity here refers to the peculiar perspective from above—within just a week, the fleeing demonic clan had managed to gather and establish a refugee camp. Isn’t that strange?

However, being in the midst of it, Mr. Winter did not feel that there was anything odd about his escape.

He only felt fortunate… fortunate to have found a way to survive.

He smoothly integrated into this small refugee camp.

Then he discovered that his sense of fortune had come too early.

Surviving in the wilderness was not as beautiful as it appeared.

Because the issue of living supplies was always a significant problem.

Food and water.

These are two topics that one can never escape in life.

And being on a barren continental plate, these two topics instantly transformed into life-threatening problems.

The 5286th continental plate of Zone Seven had scarce rainfall. Although there was a small underground river in the caves, so water wasn’t a concern, food...

There was no food...

That’s right...

No mutated beasts, no plants, no humans—this continental plate had nothing!

Occasionally, fresh fish could be caught from the underground river, but catching a few dozen fish a day was hardly enough to feed 700 people.

In the harsh living environment, a few of the demonic creatures began to develop ambitions. The difference between ambition and ability created divisions among classes.

The strong banded together, robbing the already scarce food supplies, while the weak were exploited, lying in the caves like salted fish, conserving their pitifully low stamina.

And Mr. Winter, after losing the favor of the "goddess of luck," could hardly be considered a powerful individual...

“Daddy, I’m hungry…”

Little Winter's weak voice came from his arms. Hearing his son’s words, Mr. Winter felt a pang in his heart. He patted Little Winter’s head and said softly,

“Just a little while longer, there will be food soon.”

This wasn’t mere lip service—though they were weak, the leader of this refugee camp was “not too bad” to them. At least he provided a minimal standard of living.

They wouldn’t starve to death.

For Mr. Winter, who had experienced great changes, having the assurance of not starving to death was enough.