CHAPTER 897: CHAPTER 213: I, THE ZOMBIE DOMINATOR... DARE YOU TO COME AT ME

As for the situation like Old Zhong that can be blasted with a punch, maybe it’ll never be achievable in a lifetime.

"Not bad, you can be that powerful too," Old Zhong said with a smile.

Zhu Cheng was quite helpless and knew right away it was consolation. If he could reach that point, he’d stay single forever without complaint.

Ye Qian said, "I also want to enhance my abilities to the fifth stage. The gap between the fourth and fifth stages is really immense, almost an earth-shattering change."

If the fourth stage is a pistol, then the fifth stage is a cannon.

It’s not simply as adding 1+1 equals 2.

Lin Fan chuckled, "We’ll all reach the fifth stage."

He firmly believed that the Awakeners at the Sunshine Shelter would all reach the fifth stage and possess astonishing strength.

...

He City.

"Do you like it?"

Wang Zixuan held a bouquet of flowers and came up to Zhao Yun, handing her the roses. Getting fresh flowers now was really hard. He had the zombies search all over for places where flowers might still be planted and found several rose gardens.

Among countless wilted roses, they found a few flowers still blooming with vitality.

Ultimately forming a bouquet of flowers.

Just to give to Zhao Yun.

In this post-apocalyptic world with no one tending to them, whether the roses could survive didn’t matter; what mattered was the willingness to seek them out. Attitude was important, as long as you wanted to find them, you could always find blooming flowers.

"Thank you, I like them a lot. I didn’t expect to see freshly blooming roses," Zhao Yun sweetly smiled.

She knew Wang Zixuan’s intentions, but she couldn’t understand why someone like Wang Zixuan, a zombie, would be interested in her?

A zombie and a human?

To be honest, it felt strange.

And she wasn’t prepared either, her inner self still couldn’t fully accept it.

"As long as you like them," Wang Zixuan replied.

"Zixuan."

"Hmm?" Wang Zixuan looked at Zhao Yun. He, who could change his pupil color, gazed at Zhao Yun with relatively normal eyes, his eyes revealing a certain affection.

This affection was profound.

"I’ve always considered you a friend," Zhao Yun said, not wanting Wang Zixuan to overthink, or because he was a zombie who could control others, providing her with a stable life, that she would string him along and turn him into a simp.

She didn’t do that. Instead, she told him straightforwardly, hoping he would understand that even if Wang Zixuan wouldn’t be nice to her, she could still accept it because deception is not good.

Wang Zixuan’s expression shifted slightly, but he continued to smile, "I know, it’s okay. I’m willing to do all these things. Being good to friends isn’t unusual, is it?"

Back when a mysterious organization sent girls to him, he had thought that when they arrived, he would use his zombie dominance to coercive them into doing what he liked.

But after seeing Zhao Yun.

His initial thoughts vanished without a trace.

What remained was deep communication, sincere treatment, hoping to exchange true hearts, enjoying the sour and sweet taste of love during this period.

He knew Zhao Yun didn’t have romantic feelings for him, but Wang Zixuan treated this way of interaction as if it were love.

Zhao Yun smiled.

Seeing Wang Zixuan smile in return, he really wanted to clutch his chest—it was so sweet, it made him feel a bit light-headed.

At this moment.

Wang Zixuan sensed a strange aura, an aura unique to zombies.

"Rest for a while, I have some matters to attend to."

Wang Zixuan could sense that this aura was outside the building.

"Alright, you go ahead," Zhao Yun replied.

Outside.

A zombie that clearly wasn’t an ordinary zombie stood there.

Wang Zixuan stepped out from the government building.

"Who are you?" Wang Zixuan directly asked, knowing that this kind of zombie was a messenger, controlled by another zombie, similar to the Corpse God.

He had been searching for the Corpse God but had found no clues.

"Zombie Emperor, correct?"

"You know me?"

Wang Zixuan didn’t often use the title Zombie Emperor outside, just occasionally mentioning it.

"There’s a meeting we’d like to invite you to, a joint meeting of Southern Creators, gathered together. We hope you can attend."

Upon hearing what the messenger said, Wang Zixuan was quite surprised. Have the zombies now become so advanced that, despite being zombies, they’re organizing meetings? Could it be these zombies are like him, having their own thoughts, differing only in body while being similar to humans in other ways?

If he could become this way, it also meant others could become like him after turning into zombies.

Uniqueness exists.

But it’s certainly not exclusivity.

Having zombies like him emerge among billions, apparently, is not excessive.

"What’s your name?" Wang Zixuan asked.

The controlled zombie replied, "When you arrive there, you’ll know who I am. Remember, Southern zombies need to form a whole. If you choose not to come, you will be considered our enemy, and we will mercilessly eliminate our enemies."

Such arrogant words.

The old Wang Zixuan would have already had the zombies under him blast the opponent away.

Daring to be so brazen in front of Zombie Emperor Wang Zixuan, who gave you the courage?

He thought of cooperating with Lin Fan.

Once, he had aspirations to dominate, but after witnessing Lin Fan’s strength, he only wanted to enjoy a proper romantic relationship, succeeding in winning Zhao Yun’s heart over time.

So, he didn’t want to be disturbed. The only way to avoid disturbance was to have other zombies vanish without a trace, leaving only him.