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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 · Bandes dessinées et romans graphiques
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Thinking

Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Hold it..."

Sirius's gaze gradually shifted toward the Bone Dragon.

Fang Heng added, "We don't need to control more than one."

"In the past, it would have been easy to keep it contained for a day, but today is different. My will has suffered significant damage, and controlling it for 15 minutes is already my limit."

"That's a bit short, but we can try."

Fang Heng asked, "Isn't there a better place for this? It's crowded here."

"I wouldn't recommend that. The Bone Dragons here are the most docile and weakest. Venturing into another area of the Dragon Grave Mountains would only increase the difficulty."

Fang Heng glanced at the other death realm natives nearby, who were eager to engage the Bone Dragon. He lowered his voice, saying, "No, I'm concerned that other Dark Clan members might cause us unnecessary trouble."