Supreme Zombie Across Worlds

Yoshua Brave was a nationally patriotic zombie. To be more precise, two years ago, he was a college student with dimensional abilities. But one day, two years ago, he met a man, the Zombie King Jeremy Clark. Initially, he thought Jeremy was mentally ill, but only after Jeremy transformed and sprouted two fangs did he believe it. He was horrified, but Jeremy explained that he held no ill will toward Yoshua and was simply drawn to him because he was a member of the Three Elements. The Three Elements represent Heaven, Earth, and Man, and these three elements are the best for a zombie. If someone possesses these qualities, not only will their cultivation speed accelerate, but they could eventually reach the level of a Zombie King, rivaling Jeremy. However, such a person is rare to find. Seeing such a rare talent, Jeremy was intrigued and approached to ask Yoshua if he wanted to become a zombie. Yoshua flatly refused, nearly choking Jeremy, who then quickly asked why. Yoshua's answer was that he didn't want to consume humans. Jeremy burst into laughter, explaining that after becoming a zombie, Sanhi no longer needed to feed on humans like ordinary zombies, but only needed to absorb the Tai energy of heaven and earth. What was Tai energy? Examples included the moonlight at night, the power of darkness, the dead energy and broken souls of cemeteries, and so on. Some people were born with six or nine unique meridians, and the energy concentrated in their meridians was also a form of Tai energy, so they didn't need to feed on humans. Since he didn't need to feed on humans, he naturally agreed. Jeremy gave Yoshua three drops of his own Origin Energy, which contained his zombie Origin energy and some of his memories. After merging the Origin Energy and the memories within, Yoshua was completely transformed into a zombie. Due to his nature, although he was just a zombie, his abilities were immense. The power of Sanhi combined with the energy within his zombie Origin completely transformed him, leaving Jeremy envious. Obtaining an Origin Zombie has a certain chance of developing a special ability. After Jeremy had him carefully study it, he finally confirmed that he had indeed developed an ability: the Time Domain! Being able to manipulate time at will in this realm is incredibly powerful. Jeremy's eyes burned with envy. Time is the most mysterious of the laws of the universe, a thousand times more mysterious and rare than space. But now Yoshua possesses both spatial and temporal abilities. Although his spatial ability is merely a soul storage space, Jeremy says it may evolve in the future, yielding new spatial abilities. Two years have passed, and this naive young man has done things that aren't meant for the country, but of course, for himself. His revenge is quite peculiar: he uses his spatial abilities to target goods. For example, he targets steel, airplanes, and weapons from China, automobiles from Japan, rubber, spices, and fruits from Indonesia, and so on. He'll go and cause trouble in any country that offends China. On May 24, 2009, at 3:46 PM, a devastating earthquake of magnitude 6.2 on the Wenchuan, Sichuan, shocked the world. While all of China was engaged in earthquake relief efforts, while some countries donated money and dispatched rescue and medical teams, the French and British governments were shielding and supporting Tibetan separatists, attempting to interfere in Chinese politics and achieve their goal of splitting China. Yoshua was furious. Back then, you all joined forces to rob the Old Summer Palace and burned it down, and we didn't make you pay a price. Now, you've reached this point of shamelessness. Fine, I won't hold you back. So he boarded a flight to France. France is famous for perfume, clothing, and wine. So, after clearing out four Carrefour supermarkets, he began opening clothing stores, perfume shops, hotels, and then factories. Finally, feeling unsatisfied, he decided to do something big. So one night, he smashed the Arc de Triomphe and removed the Eiffel Tower. He did it masked and in public. This caused immense damage and panic in France, shocking the world. The French government secretly launched a national supernatural organization, only to be completely wiped out by him, nearly bringing the French president to tears. After the commotion in France, he fled to England. Honestly, England wasn't much good. Football—what good was that thing? But his eyes lit up when he saw the piles of containers at the port. Without them, the British government would be devastated, suffering heavy losses, and more importantly, a significant blow to British society. So he seized all the cargo, including unmanned cargo, from four major ports. Then he destroyed Big Ben and London Bridge. But neither country was a pushover, so the French government secretly called in experts from the Vatican, while the British government called in experts from the Dark Council, simultaneously pursuing Yoshua. Yoshua had really hit a snag. Although he was the Third, and had inherited the Origin Zombie from the Zombie King himself, he had only been a zombie for two years, and his abilities were still limited. Pursued by both massive forces, he had been wounded several times, especially by those Ming Cult bastards whose archbishop's holy aura had actually been able to injure him. On the banks of the Rhine River in Germany, Yoshua lay on the grass, his p***s c****d, a blade of grass in his mouth, looking quite carefree. He had been here for five days and had guzzled all the beer from several breweries. After all, soul space is a vacuum, with no temperature fluctuations. Whatever you put in is what you take out. Thinking about this, he pulled out another barrel of Munich dark beer and guzzled two glasses. The foam was as fine as a cow's milk, and the taste was exceptionally good. Suddenly, his mind froze, and he put the beer away, a flicker of anger in his eyes. These bastards were like dog-skin plasters, impossible to shake off. They had caught up so quickly; they were truly well-informed. Two groups—one comprised of the Dark Council's vampire-sucking and wizards, the other the Ming Church's paladins and archbishops. For the hefty rewards of their respective nations, these formerly opposing factions had unexpectedly united. As the saying goes, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. Yoshua looked at Archbishop Ferris of the Ming Church and Archmage Duke of the Dark Council, sneered inwardly, and shouted, "My respected Archbishop Ferris, you are standing next to the very evil and sin that you Ming Church speaks of. Why don't you fight them?" He asked this question, deliberately insulting the old man. Ferris remained silent, but Duke spoke first, "Although we are opponents, in the face of an Eastern invader like you, we can temporarily cooperate to defend Europe and our sphere of influence. As for our hostility, it's only after we've punished you, an Easterner." Yoshua was filled with admiration for the old man's shamelessness. Without a word, he dodged and launched his attack. Ferris and Duke were actually quite clueless. Their energies were in conflict, and their magic circles were useless. If they harmed one another, it would inevitably lead to a fight between the two factions. In that chaotic situation, how could they possibly capture their common enemy? So, the two factions immediately separated, with the Bright Cult in the west and the Dark Council in the east, surrounding him. He struck without mercy, his ten fingers sprouting two-inch-long black claws that sliced ​​through the air with a whistling sound. Those caught in his claws would suffer lacerations, bones broken, and tendons shattered. The corrosive aura attached to them would rapidly corrode skin and bones, eventually turning them into pus. However, he also faced countless attacks from both holy and dark magic. In fact, given time, dark magic would not only be invulnerable to him, but would also serve as a tonic. But now with the Bright Element, the two opposing elements collided on his body, and the resulting elemental explosion dealt him harm. He was in a murderous mood, but the Dark Council and the Bright Cult spared no manpower in a massive human wave, clearly determined to tire him out. But the zombie is the earth's darling. As long as he touches the ground, he can absorb its power. While it's very painful, it reduces his energy consumption. His strength and unparalleled speed are the key factors that allow him to withstand attacks and engage in close combat. Suddenly, Ferris and Duke shouted, asking their men to retreat. Yoshua, waking from the slaughter, was startled. Unbeknownst to him, these two had cast two magic circles around him. They were a combination of light and dark! He felt a sense of danger and tried to dodge, but he was just a hair's breadth away. The magic circle activated, and black and white light flashed and crackled. The intense beams of energy blinded and burned his skin! Yoshua was torn apart by the two energies. Even with his fortitude, he was nearly unconscious from the pain, and his skin threatened to rupture at any moment. He roared furiously, and a time barrier instantly appeared. He slowed the flow of time, and the magic circle's operation slowed down, and his pain eased. Yoshua was enraged, a bit bitterly at himself for being so arrogant. He concentrated all his strength into his right fist, roared, and suddenly slammed it down to the ground. A massive surge of Tai energy hurled downward, instantly disrupting the balance of the composite magic circle. The imbalance between the bright energy and the Tai energy, which had absorbed the dark energy, caused a violent reaction. The massive energy collision distorted spacetime, creating a space-time rift that sucked Yoshua in. Though the explosion hadn't caused panic thanks to the intervention of the government, the Vatican, and the Dark Council, it had passed uneventfully. Yoshua was unlucky. If he hadn't opened the time barrier, a spatial rift would have resulted. However, because the laws of time were involved, it resulted in a space-time rift, and not even the general could have saved him. Poor fellow.