September 18, moderate rain.

The zombie who called himself the Corpse King was successfully killed by my army, and the process went smoothly, and it was in vain that I had been preparing for so long.

It is just a self-proclaimed corpse king, and it is not as powerful as the outside world has rumored, but in fact it is just a zombie that has generated wisdom, and has no ability to control other zombies.

Disappointed.

Under my ability to control zombies, even it is no exception, it is still controlled by me.

It broke free from my grip before it died, and looked at me with an eye full of disbelief, as if it couldn't believe my existence.

But its dying words made me a little concerned.

What does it mean that the will of the planet will eventually find me?

Crazy babbling on your deathbed?

The director may have known something, but when I left the hospital, there was a big explosion in the hospital, and the director's whereabouts are unknown, so I don't know if he died in the explosion or if he used it as a cover and fled.

Doctors are recovering the data left in the hospital in the hope of finding useful information or developing a vaccine against the zombie virus.

Hopefully, the doctor will succeed.

Damn, why did a voice pop up in my head and interfere with my thoughts...... Who is it?

He calls himself the Will of the Planet......

So sleepy...... Can't open your eyes......

No, I can't pass out...... Today's update has not yet been written......

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