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Emperor of the Zombie

Auteur: GIVO_MA
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What is Emperor of the Zombie

Lisez le roman Emperor of the Zombie écrit par l'auteur GIVO_MA publié sur WebNovel. Jimmy is a lazy boy who lived an ordinary and boring life before his life was turned upside down after he was hit by a car and fell into a long coma. Then he wakes up in a world where he doesn't know...

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Jimmy is a lazy boy who lived an ordinary and boring life before his life was turned upside down after he was hit by a car and fell into a long coma. Then he wakes up in a world where he doesn't know if it's the world he lives in or another world where there are zombies and supernatural forces. What will happen to Jimmy, this is what we will know in the chapters of this novel.

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