They were grateful to the police officer who had fought to protect them with his life, and even more grateful to Lin Fan for bringing them here.
In He City, amidst a desolate skyscraper.
At the highest level.
In the dim environment, a young-looking zombie sat there, resembling an emperor from ancient times, with numerous zombies swaying around him. Counting them, there were as many as ten zombies surrounding him.
His chubby face was pale and covered with blue veins, his eyes not the typical gray-white but a light red, presenting a fierce and savage appearance overall.
With his hair tied in a bun, he twisted his head viciously growling at the surrounding zombies.
The howling sound he emitted was unlike that of other zombies. While the others made a ’heh heh’ sound, his—if one must describe it with words—was perhaps...
His name was Wang Zixuan. Before he turned into a zombie, he worked as an operations officer on a novel website, with the ID ’Chief Genius Gege Witch’. Perhaps it was the loss of self in the praise of ’handsome styling Gege Witch’ from others that ingrained this consciousness deep in his mind. Consequently, after becoming a zombie, the sound he made was ’Gege Witch’.
He was different from other zombies; he had his own rationality but became irritable, evolving towards darkness.
This was not a good situation, but he didn’t feel it, considering it to be just so.
Having turned into a zombie,
He walked down a point of no return.
At the onset of the apocalypse, he had been driving to escape when he encountered an evolving Evolutionary Zombie. Running it over, he spotted a crystal.
Perhaps from reading too many novels, he thought the crystal must be valuable and risked stepping out of his car to fetch it. Unexpectedly, a zombie pounced on him, biting his arm.
He saw the crowd that was being bitten transform into zombies in a very short time. Perhaps it was genuine fear or a desperate attempt to treat death as life, he swallowed the crystal directly.
Eventually, his consciousness faded, and he fell into a coma.
When he woke up, wandering zombies surrounded him. His once personality also became more and more irritable and evil, yet his reason remained, allowing him the ability to think for himself.
He also discovered he could control zombies, attributing this to the spiritual power he had gained after becoming one.
At first, he could control ten ordinary zombies. Seeing the Evolutionary Zombies emerge, he used the ordinary zombies to hunt them, but the effects were poor; ten ordinary zombies were no match for a single Evolutionary Zombie.
Over time, he progressed until now he could control ninety ordinary zombies, all thanks to the crystals.
The ten zombies he roared at were under his control, standing stiffly in two rows.
A zombie with a severed arm appeared slowly, holding a White Crystal, the lowest grade from an Evolutionary Zombie. The zombie came before him and offered the crystal.
Prince Zixuan, now a zombie, growled low, as if to say idiots, eighty zombies got wiped out, leaving only one to return. What’s the point of you living? Why don’t you just run your head into a wall and die?
But he still took the crystal and swallowed it whole.
As the crystal turned into pure energy rampaging within him,
Zixuan’s body shook violently as he growled, as if to say, I’m going to explode, I’m going to explode.
The strange howling made him an outcast among zombies, a mutant in the Zombie Kingdom. As he finished absorbing, he could feel his spiritual ability growing increasingly stronger.
He should be able to control a hundred zombies.
In his mind, a White Crystal took shape.
He walked to the window, clutching his pale fist, thinking, I am strong, I have become strong enough to hold my ground among the zombie hordes in He City.
Looking in the direction of a place not far away, there was a huge zombie with arms like sickles, looking very powerful. Thinking of his current spiritual control, controlling a hundred zombies should definitely kill it.
Zombie Prince Zixuan roared again. He wanted to become the king in the Zombie Kingdom, with all kinds of evolved beings groveling at his feet, becoming his slaves.
His confidence was sky-high, feeling like the sky could no longer contain him.
The tyrant stood among the amassed zombies, exuding the air of a ruler, a domineering presence that was always most attractive. Among the many zombies, the tyrant was the most imposing.
Arms like sickle blades, as if they could cut through everything.
Prince Zixuan marched with a hundred zombies in a grand procession. Walking in front of the zombie crowd, he held his head high with pride, truly like a Zombie King inspecting his territory.
As he spotted the tyrant not far away, his spirit stirred, and the hundred zombies ran toward the tyrant, howling and making quite a scene.
The zombies around the tyrant sniffed the air for the scent of their kind and sensed no danger, continuing to sway unsteadily.
The tyrant, standing there as if sensing a threat, roared in anger. In an instant, he was overwhelmed by the onrushing zombies. Seeing this, Prince Zixuan roared excitedly.
As if saying, Minions, chop it down for me.
But soon, the situation on the battlefield exceeded his expectations and differed from what he had anticipated.
The Overlord’s formidable strength completely stunned him. The zombies he controlled were slashed apart by the tyrant’s sickle-like arms, flesh and blood flying, with no ability to fight back.