Zombie King System

Becoming the Zombie King System

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At the United Nations headquarters, red alarm lights suddenly flashed throughout the entire building. Several people dressed in lab coats and military uniforms quickly dispersed, heading to their respective national offices to report a highly confidential matter.

Liang Aiguo, a senior official at the Huaxia Research Institute, was in charge of the entire institute. Since the outbreak of the zombie virus, he had been dispatched to the United Nations headquarters.

As a senior official, he was privy to many secrets, such as the origin of the zombie virus. Before the outbreak, people thought zombies were just fictional creations in movies, never imagining that one day they would spread across the globe like a plague.

Since the outbreak, countries around the world have been battling these creatures. In Huaxia, several survivor bases were established, each with a research institute dedicated to studying the zombies, hoping to one day find a cure and save the world.

Liang Aiguo knew this process would inevitably be difficult and lengthy because the zombie virus did not originate from Earth.

A year ago, a meteorite fell in the Pacific region. The Americans retrieved and began studying it. Researchers found a strong, mysterious energy within the meteorite and decided to break it open.

The moment the meteorite was split, disaster struck. The entire research facility became overrun with zombies. The American government initially tried to keep this a secret but failed to eliminate the zombies, choosing instead to continue their research.

One day, a researcher accidentally got scratched by a zombie. He didn't think much of it, simply disinfected the wound, and went home. This led to the global outbreak of the zombie virus six months ago.

Whether bitten or scratched, any injury would lead to infection. The speed of mutation depended on the amount of virus transmitted through the wound. The researcher, with a minor wound, took twelve hours to turn into a zombie, while more severe wounds caused mutations in just ten minutes.

The catastrophe was too widespread, and the Americans finally disclosed the meteorite incident at the United Nations, sharing their findings in hopes that countries could work together to solve the mystery of the zombie virus.

Inside the meteorite was a glowing blue stone, which contained a new type of energy comparable to nuclear power. This was why the Americans initially concealed it until the situation spiralled out of control.

Liang Aiguo listened to his subordinate's report, his expression growing increasingly grave. "You said the stone has disappeared? There's no trace of it on the surveillance footage? How could a stone just vanish?"

Liang Aiguo stormed out, and the research institute's broadcast system announced in English, summoning the leaders of various countries to a meeting.

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In a small room, Lin Hao clutched his arm, on the verge of tears. His arm felt numb, as if it were no longer his own.

"I don't want to become a zombie. I want to live. I haven't even seen if my parents are safe yet," Lin Hao muttered to himself.

At Lin Hao's feet were numerous empty medicine packets. Moments earlier, he had found various medications in a drawer in the small room and had taken them all, hoping they might suppress the virus. In reality, they were just common cold medicines.

The zombies outside, unable to hear any noise from the room, gradually stopped banging on the door and began to wander aimlessly. Inside, Lin Hao continued to struggle with his own body.

Half an hour passed, and Lin Hao felt increasingly drowsy, fearing he might fall asleep and never wake up. Determined not to sleep, he pinched his waist, hoping the pain would keep him awake. He knew the danger of falling asleep in a dire situation.

In his drowsy state, Lin Hao eventually couldn't resist and fell asleep.

While he slept, his body began to change.

The room was pitch black, with only Lin Hao's faint breathing breaking the silence. Suddenly, a blue light shone in the room, as deep as the ocean, illuminating Lin Hao's pale face.

At the centre of the blue light was an oval-shaped stone, floating beside Lin Hao as if it had its own intelligence.

Finally, the stone seemed to make a decision and slowly floated towards Lin Hao's head. As it approached, it transformed into a stream of data and bizarrely entered his brain.

Fortunately, there were no other living people nearby; otherwise, witnessing this scene under the pressure of survival would have driven them mad.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky outside began to darken. Lin Hao still hadn't opened his eyes. As the moon rose, Lin Hao awoke.

He slowly opened his eyes, which were not hollow and lifeless like those of other zombies, but filled with complex emotions—resentment, despair, hope, and defiance. Yet, in the next moment, all these emotions turned into astonishment.

Lin Hao looked around. Everything was a blood-red blur, making it seem like he was in a sea of blood, unable to see anything clearly. He shook his head vigorously, and gradually, the red faded and disappeared.

In the dim light, Lin Hao examined his hands. Under the moonlight, they were pale, just like those of a zombie, with a long scar on his left arm, making it look particularly unsightly.

But then Lin Hao was puzzled. Had he really become a zombie? Why did he still have his own thoughts?

Before he could stand up to check if he had really turned into a zombie, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

"Match found. Connecting to host's mind... Connection successful."

"Welcome to the 'Become the Zombie King System' from outer space. This system aims to help the host become the most powerful zombie on this planet."

"Host: Lin Hao.

Level: 1 (0/100)

Title: Zombie

Skill: Mind Control (0/100)

Strength: 10

Mental Power: 25

Speed: 5

Stamina: 10

Evaluation: You're just a weakling. Even a woman could take you down with a small knife. If I were you, I'd eat myself to save zombies from embarrassment."

After the mechanical voice finished speaking, a personal attribute panel appeared in front of Lin Hao. Staring blankly at the panel, Lin Hao couldn't help but exclaim, "What?"

But he didn't hear his own voice. Instead, he heard the familiar hissing sound that only zombies could make.