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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 · Fantasy
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287 Chs

Gamma Last Resort

In the wake of Zorvax's staggering display of power, Gamma was gripped by an unmistakable fear. His face, usually a mask of confidence and authority, now betrayed his terror and disbelief. He muttered, almost to himself, "It can't be," his eyes wide and fixed on Zorvax's commanding figure.

Coming to terms with the reality before him, Gamma's survival instincts kicked in. His voice, now tinged with panic and urgency, resonated through the tension-filled air. "All men, arm yourselves!" he commanded, attempting to rally his soldiers. "We must use everything at our disposal. We cannot let this... this aberration survive!"

Responding to Gamma's orders, the soldiers scrambled into action. There was a palpable sense of desperation in their movements as they feverishly gathered their weapons. The sounds of firearms being loaded and explosives being primed echoed down the corridor, a symphony of impending violence.