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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

Cleaning up

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Fang Heng immediately made a decision and said, "You've been here for a while, so you should know the locations of many altars, right? Well, no need to say more, just take me to each one."

Meng Si swallowed his saliva carefully. The more he thought about it, the stranger he felt.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your plan. I'm only interested in the altar. Do as I say, and I'll naturally let you live."

Meng Si and the others looked at each other. They didn't know if Fang Heng's words were true, but at least he pointed them towards a path to survive.

They would take it one step at a time and do as Fang Heng said first.

"Oh, right." Fang Heng thought of something and nodded, saying, "That Touch of Gluttony was interesting. Are there any others? Bring me over to take a look."

Interesting?

Meng Si couldn't help but shiver.

How was it interesting?