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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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2278 Chs

Cold Winter

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Strange.

Fang Heng distinctly remembered the two Wood tribe members saying just that.

The Wood tribe patriarch led a group to the Winter City domain to gather the power of nature.

But what exactly was this Winter City domain?

"Dr. Fang, do you need to investigate the 'Winter City domain'?"

"Hmm," Fang Heng nodded, glancing towards the periphery. "Arrange things here. I'll go in first and take a look. Since we're doing this, let's do it thoroughly, including dealing with the Wood tribe patriarch."

"Alright, please be careful."

Shi Yanwu nodded, gesturing for his subordinates to conceal themselves and fortify the defensive line around the periphery, following Fang Heng's instructions.

There were only six Wood tribe members in the entire temple.

In addition to them, there was the Wood tribe patriarch who was about to be transported back, along with several accompanying tree spirit guards.