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Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

In the wake of the apocalypse, betrayal doesn't just stab you in the back—it bites. Zorvax learned this the hard way. Abandoned by those he trusted, he didn't just become another number in the legion of the undead. No, his fate was far more peculiar. "I thought death was the end... I was wrong," Zorvax mutters, his voice a gravelly echo of his former self. He's a zombie, but with a twist—he's got his human mind intact. Trapped in a decaying body with an insatiable hunger, Zorvax finds himself in a gruesome predicament that's just the beginning of his ordeal. Enter the 'Zombolution System,' a mysterious power he awakens that's as cryptic as it is potent. "They wanted a monster? I'll show them the true meaning of terror," Zorvax boasts, with a smirk only a sentient zombie could muster. This dark gift is his ticket to ascend beyond a mere walking corpse, promising to unlock abilities that could crown him the emperor of the undead. As Zorvax hones his newfound skills, the line between man and monster blurs. Will his human intellect triumph, or will the beast within claim the throne? "This world has no place for the weak," he arrogantly declares, ready to challenge fate itself.

HaozDancer · Fantasia
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287 Chs

Bio Tanks

Zorvax and Ophelia had positioned themselves strategically—a safe distance from the dome but close enough to the level 3 zombie to observe its rampage. The night air was cool against their skin, and the distant sounds of the dome's alarms were like an ominous drumbeat echoing through the desolate landscape.

Zorvax watched the level 3 zombie's movements with an analytical eye. "I never thought that I could attract a level 3 zombie," he mused, the revelation bringing a contemplative furrow to his brow.

Turning to Ophelia, his voice steady and commanding, he instructed, "Do your thing. We're going to take down this level 3 zombie."

Ophelia gave a short, affirmative nod. There was a fluid grace to her movements as she prepared her sniper rifle, her fingers deftly checking each component. The weapon was an extension of her, and she handled it with the reverence of a master craftsman.