So, what should he do with this little cutie next?
The King of Zombie was also in a bit of a dilemma for a while. Even if most of the power of the little zombie in front of him is taken away, it is undeniable that the other party is still the zombie king. Even if it looks a little innocent and cute, it can still easily destroy worlds if released.
After all, this little guy, like him, is ‘contagious’. If he throws it away at will, besides the harm it may cause, this little zombie may be deceived by the system again at any time.
And at this time, the little zombie will truly be squeezed out of its last strength.
Moreover, since the current main system can sign a ‘work agreement’ with the little zombie, it shows that this little guy still has enough consciousness to communicate.
He currently lacks the ability to modify the Zombie King’s cognition, and his whereabouts may be revealed in the process. Which will become a difficult situation to handle.
The King of Zombies was still contemplating how to handle this little guy who had seen his true identity. Meanwhile, the familiar little head began to nibble on his neck again, rubbing against it until the crook of his neck was scratched, leaving behind some gooey tomato juice.
He looked down at the little zombie’s vest, which was originally tattered but struggled to maintain its whiteness, had long been stained with bright red. Those who didn’t know might think he had returned to the time when zombies were rampant.
The King of Zombies poked the little zombie’s cheek again, pinching the palm-sized face with one hand, and asked, “Can you talk?” He had just finished speaking. The little zombie, whose face he pinched, bared his teeth at him fiercely. Even with his face covered in bright red tomato juice, his beauty wouldn’t be reduced by half.
“This is not a solution,” the King of Zombies said to himself as he took out another tomato, but this time it was a small one that could be eaten in one bite.
Noticing that the little zombie’s eyes were fixed on the tomato, he raised his hand and handed the tomato to the other person’s mouth. The moment the little zombie opened his mouth, he put the tomato away and inserted his fingers to check the other person’s mouth.
The little Zombie, failing to eat the red fruit he wanted, angrily chewed on the finger instead. He bit it for a long time without moving, and his tongue pressed several times. Becoming even more angry, he directly bit into the finger with his teeth and then spat it out.
With a cold expression, he simply stared quietly at the strange man in front of him.
“Don’t be angry,” The Zombie King said gently as he pressed the tomato against the little zombie’s lower lip. With a reassuring smile, he coaxed, “Come on, have a taste.”
The little guy was obviously angry, and his clear and bright eyes stared straight ahead. It seemed as if he was expressing his dissatisfaction. While he was able to be angry, it appeared that he was not unable to communicate properly yet.
He smiled and slowly moved the tomato away from the little zombie’s lips. At the same time, he said, “Since you don’t want to eat it, then…”
Before the man could finish speaking, the little zombie king had already bitten the little tomato and the man’s fingers into his mouth.
He was still very angry, and the most infuriating thing was that this man, who had no heartbeat and he couldn’t chew him at all.
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The King of Zombies took advantage of the little zombie who was busy chewing on his fingers. He moved the hand pinching the little Zombie’s face downwards. He pressed on the neck twice and checked.
He wasn’t a doctor, so of course, he couldn’t discern much. However, the old system operation panel he carried still barely had the scanning function. The result showed that the vocal cords had atrophied.
It doesn’t seem weird that the vocal cords would shrink. It sounds kinda normal, but something just doesn’t sit right.
Actually, it sounds a bit too sciency for zombies.
The King of Zombies was about to use the control panel when he suddenly raised his head and looked at the clouds that were gathering more white on the horizon.
The hand that had been holding the little zombie’s chin now shifted to wrap around the other person’s waist, pulling him closer.
A bright light surrounded them. In the blink of an eye, not only were there no humanoid creatures on the island, even the traces of tomato juice on the ground had completely disappeared.
For a while, the Zombie King remained quiet, focused solely on gnawing the red tomato. The shifting environment around him didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest. It was only after he finished eating the fruit that he suddenly lunged at the man, baring his fangs in a fierce threat.
While he does that, he will soon get new cherry tomatoes. Sometimes the little Zombie King would sneakily glance at the man without a heartbeat, observing him as if he were a glowing ball, skillfully manipulating blue silk threads.
Watching the countless small, densely crawling blue things quickly merge into the surroundings, he then observed something strange and big appear in front of him out of thin air.
Just like this, all the tomatoes were finished.
“Now, you’re my wife, Jiang Shishi,” said the King of Zombies, handing the last tomato to the little zombie, who seemed ready to attack him again. He smiled and added, “Do you like this name? Shishi?”
The little zombie king took the tomato and brought it to his mouth, his attention focused solely on the fruit. Without even sparing a glance at the man in front of him, he began to eat it. As he consumed the tomato, he discovered a new technique for eating. He nibbled slowly and deliberately, ensuring that he caught every drop of the juice as it flowed from the fruit into his mouth.
“It seems like you really like Shishi,” remarked the King of Zombies as he picked up the little zombie who was completely focused on eating. In just a few words, he had already deduced that this little guy couldn’t even walk and could only pounce.
While carrying the little zombie into his newly ‘created’ villa, he said, “I also needed a name. How about you call me You Sangsi.? Isn’t this reminder of the zombies very interesting? But it was still a bit difficult to pronounce. I had to change it. Why not call it… You Wusi…”
Gray-blue threads continued to flow out of the King of Zombie’s body. The constantly running code quickly poured into the semi-virtual world that the system hadn’t completely occupied. Soon, there was an extra couple in the world, along with traces of their first half of life.
…..
In the early morning, the first ray of the sun shone on the earth.
The little Zombie King, who had been imprisoned all night, seized the opportunity when the man wasn’t paying attention. He used his fingers to randomly manipulate the strange iron chair that had completely restrained him. He didn’t know what had happened, but this strange thing actually started to move with him.
Moving quickly, he dashed out of the house. The harsh sound kept ringing in his ears, and a large, fast-moving iron lump rushed towards him.
Soon, he found himself caught, and then the all-too-familiar voice of a certain man echoed around him.
“It’s dangerous!”
The familiar white light lit up, enveloping him, and the little Zombie King knew that they were about to change places again.
….
In a completely white space, several people were frozen. Finally, the middle-aged man holding the soy milk and wearing an ill-fitting suit couldn’t take it anymore. He frowned and asked, “Where am I? I have to go to work today!!”
As soon as he finished speaking, two more people appeared in this completely white space.
A girl in a white dress sat in a wheelchair, her red lips and white teeth made her look astonishingly beautiful. She gazed ahead with a serene expression, despite being confined to the wheelchair. Next to her, a man with an anxious face appeared, his eyes darting around the white space as if searching for something.
The man stood tall in his elegant and simple suit, exuding an aura of authority that was hard to ignore. Even with his gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, his striking features and confident demeanor were evident. He commanded attention without effort, his presence filling the space with a sense of power and charisma.
“Shishi, are you okay?” The man half-crouched next to the wheelchair, reaching out to gently comb the hair around the girl’s ears. His voice softened as he continued, “Don’t do this next time, I was scared.”
For a moment, everyone’s eyes were drawn to the newly appeared man and woman.
Soon, another white light flashed.
The two men who arrived this time seemed to have a grudge. The tall and strong man rushed towards the shorter man as soon as he regained his balance. Seeing the other man, the shorter one also began running quickly.
The shorter man quickly scanned his surroundings before his gaze settled directly on the girl sitting in the wheelchair.
Taking advantage of the man being distracted, who was squatting with his back to him, the shorter man swiftly grabbed the wheelchair and pulled out a folding knife from his waist. Panicked, he threatened, “If you come here again, I will…”
He was too nervous to notice that the girl in the wheelchair was staring at his not-so-clean hands and slowly opening her mouth.
Before the girl could bite the finger, there was a ‘bang’ sound. The stronger man knocked away the short man holding the knife with his body, kicked the knife that fell on the ground away with his toes, quickly took out the handcuffs, and cuffed the dangerous man’s hands behind his back.
After doing this, he quickly glanced in the direction of the girl sitting on the wheelchair.
Seeing that the man who was half-crouching had already reached the girl, the other man quickly asked with concern, “Is she okay?”
You Wusi straightened the little zombie’s slightly messy skirt, then looked at the man who took out the handcuffs, and said seriously: “It’s okay. Thank you, Mr. Policeman.”
“Okay, everyone’s here. Let’s not waste time. Save your questions for when we’re in the dungeon,” the man standing in the corner playing with the transparent card interrupted impatiently, glancing at the time in the system.
The man’s gaze sweeping over the assembled group.
He continued, “I know you have a lot of questions, like why you’re here, so I’ll answer a few. First of all, congratulations to everyone for entering the Endless.”
One of the newcomers,
holding the carton of soy milk, couldn’t contain his frustration. “Endless what? This can’t be some kind of prank,” he interjected, his impatience evident as he shifted from foot to foot. He was anxious to get to work and couldn’t afford to miss a day this month.
The man’s demeanor suddenly turned icy. “It’s best not to interrupt me while I’m talking. Otherwise, you might not even realize what happened to you and you will end up losing your life.” he warned, his tone tinged with menace. “I am a mentor for new players, Lin Haoguang.”
“I’m also your newbie mentor, Wen Qingxue,” declared a girl in sportswear, who appeared to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. With a calm demeanor, she addressed the group. “Whether it’s fortunate or unfortunate, you’re now in the Endless,” she began. “Forget everything from your past life. Here, you’re just you, yet not entirely yourself. You’ve probably seen horror movies or TV shows. Well, here, we’re living through one horror after another. Survival is another name of the game.”
Lin Haoguang chuckled, exchanging a glance with Wen Qingxue before turning his attention to the uniformed man nearby. With a pointed remark, he said, “You seem quite kind hearted.”
Unfortunately, kind-hearted people are the ones who meet their end sooner than those driven by duty.
After all, in this game, being kind-hearted won’t get you very far.
Thinking about this, he glanced once more at the handsome man and the beautiful woman in the wheelchair, who seemed like a couple.
He couldn’t help but wonder if the couple would make it through to the end of the dungeon. He enjoyed watching these kinds of dramas where the couple scrambles to escape. Especially when the weak ones are always left behind when disaster strikes. He is eager to see how the man would behave.
interesting concept, thanks for picking this up! ❤️😁
Thank you for this new story 😍
I’m not fully understand the world before infinite escape, but it looks interesting
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I love how it’s implied that the king of zombies just casually carries around tomatoes on his person. And not just one but like, a whole ton 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅
First one singular big tomato, and then just a whole bunch of cherry tomatoes??? Where is he getting these???