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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 · Jogos
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Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

However...

It was strange. Those trained in necromancy were surprisingly adept at using sacred study techniques.

Oddly enough, their effectiveness was remarkable, easily dismantling numerous vengeful spirits.

It all felt a bit off.

Especially that holy weapon—a great sword.

Normal people might not recognize it, but the high-ranking members of the necromancy council, each with centuries of life experience, had sharp eyes. They quickly identified the great sword in Fang Heng's hands.

Judging by its effects, it was undoubtedly a holy weapon.

The expressions of the gathered individuals varied, but they all tacitly chose to remain silent.

After all, Fang Heng was one of their own in the undead faction.

What did it matter if he wielded a high-tier artifact from the Holy Court?

Wasn't that a testament to their faction's strength?

Of course, to avoid complications, they wouldn't bring it up.