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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 · Du hí
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Agreed, Absolutely

Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio

They knew that the energy leaking from the seal was incredibly pure—just one breath was worth several days of hard training outside.

Leveling up in necromancy was already difficult, and now they had stumbled upon such an opportunity...

And they were supposed to just leave?

With such a tempting chance in front of them, everyone felt a twinge of reluctance in their hearts.

"Ahem..." An older player cleared his throat and stepped forward. "Right now, the undead instructors outside can still hold off the Holy Court for a while. It seems a bit premature to go out now; perhaps we should wait a little longer..."

Another player quickly chimed in, "Exactly. The situation hasn't reached an irretrievable point. If we rashly release the death knight, it could lead to problems."

Norbert understood the players' thoughts and shot a glance at Fang Heng out of the corner of his eye, feigning a question. "What do you think, sir?"