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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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Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"This is boring... "

Fang Heng scratched his head.

"I have to think of a way to get some materials, but where? From robbing the players' shelter? "

It didn't seem realistic, since it was rare for the players' shelter to have the exact medicinal ingredients needed. Even if there were, there wouldn't be many, and the loot wouldn't be much.

Right!

Wasn't there still him?

Fang Heng thought of something and slapped his forehead.

"Thank you for your hard work. Go take your time to rest. We'll continue working tomorrow at first light. "

As Fang Heng spoke, he threw down a sleeping bag and went offline on the spot.

"What the hell? Continue tomorrow? " The NPC potioneers looked at each other.

They didn't want to go through the same torture again!

Meanwhile, Wei Chun, who was sneakily trying to investigate, was stopped by the guards at the entrance of the warehouse.