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A group of zombies looking for something in a cave, nearly two minutes into the scene.

Footage of several zombies killing a member of their kind.

They begin to eat the footage of the floating corpses they find.

A picture of a zombie refusing to eat a corpse.

Images of their pain and being controlled by desire.

Footage of a group of ghosts encountered by several zombies.

A picture of a zombie that has ignited a soul fire.

......

Countless pictures continue to appear in front of Makoto's eyes irregularly, and sometimes there is only a picture, but there is also a flow of time.

This contains twenty-three soul memories that constantly stimulate Makoto's soul, but at the same time, it also conveys something to him like a story.

Makoto is like facing the torn pages of a book, constantly collapsing these pictures and stories, and at the same time guarding his own consciousness, constantly reminding himself of who he is and what he is called.

Perhaps it should be fortunate that due to the effect of the information explosion in the previous life, Makoto's ability in logical sorting is acceptable, so while guarding his consciousness, he can also organize the information here well.

Of course, it is impossible to know when the story first took place, but in all the memories, the first picture should be that a certain being was resurrected as a zombie on a certain beach.

He's not an irrational zombie, and although his brain is really rigid, he can think, speak, and communicate.

He was dressed in leather armor and had no weapons, and he probably had been an archer or an assassin during his lifetime, but it didn't matter, after all, he was a zombie that could only break out for a short time.

He stayed in this place for a long time, and then time hardened his mind, so that at some point he naturally began to eat the floating corpses that had washed ashore.

Unfortunately, for some reason, all those who washed ashore were floating corpses that could not be resuscitated.

Then, one day, change came.

A giant ghost ship brings three zombies.

The zombies found him, they fought, they robbed him of his food, and they became friends.

They just became friends like that.

Then he discovered the difference between himself and the zombies.

He is smarter than these three zombies, has great strength, and has no owner.

Without using such a complicated procedure as a cliché, he learned the secret of their coming from the mouths of the three zombies.

They were looking for something called the Heart of the Island, and they didn't know where it was, but they said it was their master's order, and that there would be a similar kind of people to come.

The Heart of the Island, it was something he had never heard of, but when he heard the word, he felt he deserved it.

Since then, they have never given up their search, but have found nothing.

A few months later, the island changed.

If it was originally a bare island, it has become a huge desert covered with yellow sand.

Although he had no memory at all, he always had a sense of familiarity.

One day, a ghost ship brings five companions again.

A few days later, they encountered quicksand in the very center of the island, and their entire staff was swallowed by the yellow sand.

Not long after, he awoke from the darkness and found himself in an underground cavern.

The companion was gone, but it didn't matter, because his instinct told him that he seemed to be about to find what he had been looking for.

The Heart of the Island, a jewel that glows with a dazzling white light, is the most precious treasure in the Sea of Dead Souls sought by the owners of the zombies.

He picked up the jewel that had been waiting for him, and reverently placed it above his head as if he were carrying a crown.

White flames poured out of the gem and then melted into his skull, igniting his soul fire.

The white flames began to burn in his eyes, bringing strength and wisdom.

He felt a powerful power welling up from the heart of the island, a power that could even make it easy for him to change the island.

It's like a god.

He felt that the Tao was more satisfied than he had ever felt before, and he was even willing to give up everything for it.

Except for the treasure that brought him this power, the heart of the island.

He hid the Heart of the Island within himself, found companions, gave them strength, and controlled their wills at the same time.

Harnessing the power bestowed by the Heart of the Island, he began to build their home deep underground.

I don't know how long later, new companions arrived, but this time there were as many as forty or fifty, and they were much stronger in wisdom and strength.

But that's no problem at all, because Heart of the Island has given his companions more strength and more intelligent minds.

They only designed simple traps, and with the power he could control the entire island, he easily converted them into companions.

The loss is only the two leading enemies, but after all, they are enemies, and there is no way.

Another period of time has passed. The ghost ship arrives again, but this time it's no longer zombies, but a few ghosts.

They didn't seem to know about the situation in the heart of the island, and instead dispersed to the island as if they had been banished.

However, he obviously did not allow any existence that was not under his control to live on the island, and they fought a battle, although the damage that zombies can do to ghosts is limited, but when they devoured a ghost according to the will of the heart of the island in the battle, the war was naturally easily won by him.

Then, his soul seemed to change somewhat, and he felt more and more powerful.

After that, no other being ever reached the island for quite some time. Time began to flow at an accelerated pace.

One day, he was standing on the beach, looking at the sea, and suddenly he began to wonder, what was he doing here, and who was he?

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out the situation.

He walked casually on the beach, round and round, and when he paused, he seemed to feel that he was walking faster and faster, for it seemed to take a long time to circumnavigate the island in his memory.

So he slowed down and walked day after day.

Until one day, he saw a shriveled fellow on the beach.

It seemed that he hadn't seen his subordinates for a long time, and he felt a slight excitement in his heart, stepped forward, and said, "......"

He suddenly didn't know what to say, he looked at the shriveled fellow who slowly began to move, looked at his dull eyes, and suddenly didn't know what he should say.

He suddenly felt that he should return to his own home, above his throne.

So he ignored the dried corpse with a confused expression, and walked dozens of steps to the center under his gaze, came to the center of the island, and walked along the passage inside.