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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
Not enough ratings
2253 Chs

Occultism

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

"Dong!!!"

A white ashtray dashed out from the side and smashed into the waiter's wrist!

"Ah!"

The waiter let out a pig-like howl and the gun in his hand flew out.

The next moment, Fang Heng had already stepped in front of the waiter.

He grabbed the waiter's right hand and exerted force on his right arm.

Every move and move was completely based on the instinctive reaction of the muscles in his body.

The waiter was lifted by Fang Heng and drew a circle in the air.

"Dong!"

The waiter landed on his back and was smashed onto the floor, making a dull knocking sound.

The waiter felt pain all over his body and lost the ability to move.

He had just gritted his teeth and raised his head when two black muzzles were already aimed at his head.

"Don't move!"

The waiter's expression changed slightly.

The next second, his head tilted and he fainted.