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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

Blackie's Tier 4 Enemies

The eastern skies were tinged with the gray hues of dawn as Blackie, leading his army of Dark Wolf Zombies, approached the city on the east side of the Death Land. The city, once bustling with life, now stood eerily silent, its streets deserted, buildings untouched yet devoid of any signs of life. The atmosphere was heavy with an unsettling stillness, a stark contrast to the grim determination of the advancing undead army.

Blackie, in his new form, exuded an aura of quiet confidence. His jet-black fur, now more lustrous and imposing, shimmered slightly under the dim light. His movements were fluid and assured, a reflection of his enhanced abilities and the power he now wielded.

As they reached the outskirts of the city, Blackie halted his troops with a raised hand, his eyes scanning the empty streets and abandoned structures. The lack of resistance or any form of activity struck him as odd.