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Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game!

Empire Black Knight · Games
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2463 Chs

A Growing Body

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Randolf raised his head and looked at the giant tree in the distance, his eyes also showing a touch of surprise.

The Empire's sword saint Chepo, who was with Lord Brent, also raised his eyebrows.

Their eyes met by chance.

Randolf slightly nodded to Chepo.

They all felt it.

Compared to yesterday when he came to the Land of Plague, the sacred tree had grown a lot taller, and the life aura it contained was also stronger.

Lord Fang Heng, the master of the Land of Plague, had unfathomable strength.

Perpetual spells didn't weaken with time. Instead, they became stronger.

How did he do it?

Suddenly, Randolf realized something. He frowned and turned to look at the sacred tree.

The next moment, Randolf's eyes were filled with surprise.

What was going on?

This powerful life force fluctuation...

The magical fluctuations in the field were still increasing rapidly!

How could this be?