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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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Molotov Cocktail

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Fang Heng roughly looked at the game hint.

The Tier 2 mission was similar to previous special events, so there was nothing fancy or new.

"God, how is it?"

"Very steady."

Fang Heng waved his machete in the air as he spoke.

He was very confident.

Even if the traps and Molotov cocktail couldn't manage the zombie wave, there was still a group of backup Lickers who could join the battlefield at any time.

As he spoke, Fang Heng adjusted the spawn rate of the zombie wave to the maximum.

On the square, all the players received a hint at the same time.

[Hint: The spawn rate of the zombie wave in your area has been increased to Level 10.]

The maximum difficulty? So strong?

The players whispered to each other.

After all, without the participation of the various large guilds, they were more or less uncertain.

Fang Heng swept his calm gaze across the crowd.