I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1013 - 1010: The Supplicant

Chapter 1013: Chapter 1010: The Supplicant

A sentence from Dai Changhao immediately triggered the anger of Jiuge residents who understood Chinese.

"What did you say? If it weren’t for your Peace Party, this monster would never have appeared! It’s all your fault!"

"Yes! It’s them!"

A few Jiuge residents pointed their fingers at Dai Changhao, their faces filled with resentment. The other residents also learned what had happened through translations. Instantly, curses filled the area, but these insults were incomprehensible to Dai Changhao and the other Peace Party soldiers as they were all in the Funan language.

But even if they knew what was said, what could they do? Dai Changhao laughed loudly, constantly mocking them.

"Hehehe hahaha, die! Let’s all die together! No one will survive! Come on, giant!"

Dai Changhao led the way, and other Peace Party soldiers laughed too. Despite the hateful curses of the Jiuge residents, they kept repeating the word "die." At this stage, they had also accepted reality, knowing everyone was doomed in this apocalypse, so why fear?

Despite being subjected to such vitriol, the Peace Party soldiers didn’t seem offended at all. Instead, it was the citizens of Jiuge who were greatly upset.

"Damn, how shameless!"

"The Peace Party is a cult! They actually want to establish civilization with zombies; they are no longer human!"

"Everyone in the Peace Party should die!"

"Psh, just go to hell with your drugs!"

"What does our stuff have to do with your Peace Party?"

The Peace Party soldiers and the Jiuge residents started a shouting match. However, the altercation was incredibly one-sided. Many residents, enraged by the immobilized Peace Party trapped in an unmovable snare, physically assaulted the soldiers who couldn’t fight back.

Suddenly, a resident among them seemed to come up with an idea, lighting up and spreading his arms to make everyone stop.

"Everyone quiet down, listen to me, let me finish."

"What are you going to do?"

Everyone quieted down, thinking that he had come up with a strategy for escape. Gazes filled with anticipation stared at the man.

"Listen to me."

The man climbed to a higher position, took everyone into his field of vision, and continued in the Funan language: "We all know, a zombie’s intelligence will increase as they evolve. Level 6 zombies are as intelligent as seven or eight-year-old kids. Then, Level 7 zombies, could they have intelligence not inferior to humans? Could we possibly appease them by sacrificing just a few of us?"

"That big guy is a Level 7 zombie; its intelligence might really not be much lower than that of a normal person. It should understand our actions; if we offer a few people, could it... could it?"

The man spoke disjointedly, very excitedly, and though his words were clear, the crowd quickly understood his intentions—he was proposing to become slaves to the Level 7 zombie!

Very quickly, everyone imagined themselves kneeling before this Level 7 zombie in the most humble positions, begging for its mercy.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd spoke up.

"If that’s the case, whom shall we sacrifice?"

As soon as this was uttered, almost reflexively, everyone’s eyes turned to the Peace Party soldiers trapped in the snare—weren’t there ready sacrifices right here?

In response to this, most of the Peace Party soldiers showed little reaction, but a few began to respond intensely. Previously, they were indifferent to dying, but now, their comrades on their own side were being singled out, which felt profoundly unfair.

It’s strange how people are, but everyone can accept a bad outcome with grace if it’s shared among all. However, when only a subset needs to bear the burden of sacrifice while the rest are spared, that’s when discord arises.

"No! Not me! I don’t want to die! Let me go, I don’t want to die!"

"I don’t want to die either, we joined the Peace Party just for a living, I don’t want to die!"

"Me neither! Let us go, if someone has to die... let it be them! Them! They are the core members, they are loyal to the Peace Party!"

"..."

As the Jiuge residents shared their opinions, about a hundred Peace Party soldiers voiced their pleas, but the crowd seemed not to spare these pleading soldiers, only looking at them indifferently.

"Hmph, forget it, die with your comrades."

"No! We don’t want to! Let us go, from today on, we are no longer members of the Peace Party, please let us go."

"Yes, yes, yes, we’re not members of the Peace Party anymore. The Peace Party is a brainwashing organization, ridiculous to even think of establishing peace with zombies. If it weren’t for the good benefits inside, we wouldn’t have joined!"

"Yeah, look at that guy in front of me, he has an extra stripe on his chest badge compared to us, see, it’s them, they are the most loyal to the Peace Party, they deserve to die the most! We just joined the Peace Party for a living, otherwise how could we survive?"

As more and more soldiers expressed that they were not part of the Peace Party, they even began to disparage it.

However, the Jiuge residents weren’t about to give them a chance, shouting to kill them all!

"Don’t listen to them, sacrifice them all, the people of the Peace Party deserve to die. If they can establish peace with zombies, let’s see if they can make that zombie spare them, hahahaha!"

From the Peace Party side to the Jiuge residents, voices fluctuated. Those soldiers who remained silent watched their dignity-abandoning comrades who were begging for mercy, pity flashing in their eyes.

To survive, they had forgotten where they were—this wasn’t China; this was Funan!

Even if they survived today, they wouldn’t live long in Jiuge. Many comrades are still stationed in other branches. If the soldiers from the Peace Party in Cepuguo City all perished, and the death of their deputy leader, it would arouse fury in their leader.

Then, the Peace Party would wage an all-out attack on Cepuguo City, and these traitors would certainly be fed to zombies by the comrades from other divisions of the Peace Party.

The words from the residents of Jiuge drove those pleading soldiers to despair, yet at this moment, one person found all this very amusing and thus, he stood out.

He was a Level 4 New Human, also the most powerful presence among these citizens, naturally holding significant influence.

He looked at the group of Peace Party soldiers, a smile of ambiguous meaning spreading across his face.

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