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December 28th. Blizzard.
This is my eighth day inside the Zombie City. Humans turn pale at the mention of it, yet it turns out to be the safest place for me.
Zombies are everywhere here, and I can command them at will. Be it passing through the city gates or settling into this villa, I owe it all to my ability to control zombies.
The current state of the Zombie City shocks me. The proportion of intelligent zombies is even more outrageous than I expected—a whopping one percent.
These rational zombies live just like ordinary people. They even eat the same food and show no desire to drink blood or eat humans.
So what exactly sets intelligent zombies apart from humans?
Forget it. I’m not suited to contemplate such questions. They’re for scientists and philosophers. I’ve come here to investigate the eight zombies who call themselves a “King.”
According to several zombies who have witnessed a Zombie King in action, the Zombie King of this city possesses boundless strength. It rides an elephant as a mount and can even hoist the elephant onto its shoulders, run with it, toss it into the air, and catch it again.
As for the true limit of this Zombie King’s power, no one has ever seen it.
For now, I’m still uncertain whether my ability to control zombies will work on these Zombie Kings. Better to err on the side of caution. If it doesn’t work, I have no choice but to throw my lot with the Zombie Planet’s Planetary Will and become a true Zombie King myself… though perhaps “Zombie Emperor” or “Zombie Monarch” will be more fitting titles?
Or has the Zombie Planet’s Planetary Will deliberately withheld the matter of the eight Zombie Kings from me all this time, just to make me walk right into its trap?
This fellow never tells me anything, spending every day competing with the Blue Planet’s Planetary Will to see who can write novels better.
Strange. Why do I hear some noise from the villa’s basement? Is it just my imagination?
I’ll go take a look.
Taking a day off.
