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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

Dark Dragon Breath

The Skeleton Dragon loomed over Zorvax, its formidable frame casting an imposing shadow. With a gaping maw, it unleashed a roar so powerful it seemed to shake the very ground of the Death Land. The sound reverberated off the skeletal remains and barren rocks, amplifying its fearsome cry.

Zorvax, standing calmly in the face of this monstrous display, wore a smug smirk. Unintimidated, he quipped with a tone dripping with sarcasm, "Impressive show, but really, your breath is something else! Ever heard of a mint?"

The Skeleton Dragon, though lacking the ability to understand the nuances of Zorvax's mockery, perceived the defiance in his posture. It responded with an even more thunderous roar, a visceral sound that cut through the air like a physical force.

Zorvax chuckled at the creature's response, stepping back gracefully with an air of amusement. "Touchy, aren't we? I suppose humor is lost on the undead," he mused, speaking more to himself than to the dragon.