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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 · Games
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2294 Chs

Mastermind

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"After all, I wouldn't dare to trust a random person just like that, would I? I hope that you can understand. In short, this is my fault. I apologize, and I will make it up to you."

"I'll give you that spear blade. I know it's a good thing. I'll bring you over to take it later, treat it as my apology to you all. You can choose whatever you want from the storage room. It's all on me."

Indeed, if they were to put themselves in his shoes, it seemed to make some sense.

He would be wary if someone came up and asked to cooperate with him.

But...

Mo Jiawei sat down and crossed his arms in anger.

Didn't they say that this kind of boor was simple-minded? How could he lie to them?

He had never expected this.

Fang Heng nodded. He didn't think it was a big deal.