A little boy pulled Xiao Yi's clothes and said innocently: "Uncle Xiao Yi, I also want to sign a contract with you. I believe you will protect all of us."

The soldier who had been injured in the battle, although his body was still in pain, his voice was still loud and powerful: "Xiao Yi, we share life and death, and this time is no exception!"

Those who usually worked silently stopped their work and expressed their support and trust. There was no fear or worry in their eyes, only unreserved trust in Xiao Yi.

A mother hugged her child and said softly: "Xiao Yi, for the future of our child, we are willing."

Everyone spoke, their words filled with affirmation of Xiao Yi and expectations for the future. In this difficult time of the end of the world, they regarded Xiao Yi as a beacon of hope, firmly believing that his decisions would bring everyone a better chance of survival. This trust, like a heavy responsibility, weighed on Xiao Yi's shoulders, and also became a powerful driving force for his progress.

In the central square of the base, the sun shone, adding a layer of sacred glory to the solemn ceremony. Xiao Yi, wearing a specially made robe embroidered with mysterious runes, stood solemnly in front of an ancient stone platform.

The survivors formed a neat line and stepped onto the stone platform one by one. First up was a sturdy man with the ability to manipulate fire. His steps were firm, his eyes filled with anticipation for the future. Xiao Yi stood opposite him, hands clasped together, muttering something. A mysterious light blossomed between them, gradually enveloping them both. In the flickering light, Xiao Yi could feel a fiery power slowly flowing into him—the power of his fire power.

Then, a lithe woman stepped forward, possessing the power of wind. Her long hair fluttered gently in the breeze, like a fairy descending to earth. Xiao Yi initiated the ritual once more, and the light shone once more. This time, Xiao Yi felt a light and agile power merging into him, as if he too could move with the wind.

Then came an old man whose special ability was healing. He had a kind face and gentle eyes. When the light of the ceremony came on, Xiao Yi felt a warm and gentle energy that seemed to heal all the pain.

One after another, the survivors walked onto the stone platform. Some had the ability to control ice and frost, some had enhanced strength, and some had telepathy... Every time the light of the ceremony lit up, Xiao Yi could feel different supernatural powers merging into himself, and the face of every survivor was full of trust and hope.

During the entire ceremony, the base was silent, with only Xiao Yi's low incantation and the flash of light when the supernatural power contract was completed. Until the last survivor completed the contract, Xiao Yi felt his body filled with unprecedented powerful strength, and the connection between him and the survivors became closer and deeper.