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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

The Mysterious Lina

As the clash between Darren and Vargus intensified, the air around them crackled with the energy of their fierce battle. Darren, finding himself increasingly challenged by Vargus's seemingly limitless endurance, voiced his astonishment and frustration. "How can you be so strong and never tire?" he exclaimed, his tone laced with a mix of irritation and disbelief. His brows were furrowed, and his stance became more aggressive, reflecting his growing frustration.

Vargus, standing across from Darren, appeared remarkably calm in the face of such aggression. With a slight, almost imperceptible smile, he responded, his voice steady and imbued with a certain cold confidence, "Because we are zombies." The pride in his undead nature was unmistakable, his posture relaxed yet ready, as if the very notion of fatigue was alien to him.