I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1084 - 1080

Chapter 1084: 1080

With a furious roar, Tang Ye seemed to have expended all his strength, and with that very roar, the countless segments of Tang Ye’s body burst apart, making countless "plop, plop, plop" sounds. The molecules of flesh and blood within Tang Ye’s body had utterly lost their cohesion and seemingly collapsed. Before his eyes, his body turned into mud and, in a mere instant, turned into several clumps of sand, sprinkling down from the sky.

Accompanied by an intense sensation of death, a sensation of grogginess assaulted Tang Ye. Darkness enveloped his vision. He could not feel himself, nor could he sense anything around him, but his consciousness was still present. It floated uncontrollably in the vast sea like a tiny flat boat, getting tossed about aimlessly by the roiling waves.

"Am I... dead?" Tang Ye felt diffuse. He couldn’t see anything within his consciousness, nor feel anything—only boundless darkness engulfed him. It seemed much like lying in bed with his eyes closed, yet when compared, it felt like Tang Ye lacked a degree of freedom at this moment.

He wanted to open his eyes to look at this world, but he had no eyes! Only his consciousness floated in this endless darkness.

"I can’t, I still have so many things... I still have... There are so many things I haven’t done, I still have so many things!"

Suddenly, the memories of his whole life surged in his mind—these memories had appeared several times during moments of utter despair, as if each appearance was accompanied by a desperate kind of hope.

However, this time, it seemed different, as countless fragmented memories flooded forcibly into Tang Ye’s mind.

In the darkness, a sinister figure tore through the seemingly non-existent yet heavily obstructive void barriers. In the darkness, a similarly eerie light shone in, dispelling all the darkness. Yet, mysteriously enough, although this light dispelled the darkness, the glow itself carried a sense of destruction more fearsome than the darkness. Under this light, the figure walked towards him, approaching from afar. The minute figure grew larger step by step, but quickly Tang Ye realized it was an illusion. Everything was filled with a surreal feeling. The surroundings seemed to be shrouded in a vague and indistinct mist.

Strange as it was, the figure did not actually grow larger as it came closer; it only created the illusion of approaching proximity.

The strangest thing of all was Tang Ye’s current perspective, which seemed to allow him to see in all four directions, as if countless eyes were scattered around him, densely packed.

All this seemed to occur slowly, but in reality, it all happened in a flash. Very soon, the figure he had seen in his consciousness began to fade, and in the second before it vanished, Tang Ye saw that the figure seemed to be holding something in its hands, but also seemed to be holding nothing at all. Moreover, it didn’t seem to be human but an irregular shape, like a mass of viscous liquid moving without a fixed form.

As this figure disappeared, so too did its accompanying shadows. The light that followed covered everything Tang Ye could see. His entire life replayed, like a movie being watched again for the second time.

His life, the people he saw, every familiar or unfamiliar face, every object he used or merely looked at, past likes and dislikes, and the likes and dislikes as he grew up, all replayed in his mind.

Every word spoken by him, or others, to him or to others, each resounding in Tang Ye’s ears, filled with an odd sense of emptiness.

At the same time, Li Henian’s memories also began to overlap with Tang Ye’s, blurring who was who. One life, two lives, they had both experienced beautiful scenery, yet had never truly taken the time to feel it.

Those beautiful views, the lesser-known quaint corners of the city, the azure skies reflecting over the tranquil flow of years in the streets below, Ning Yu’er at the time of departure saying goodbye with her eyes full of reluctance, and Li Qingtian, whose smile was as warm as a spring day. These scenes pressed down on all the negative memories, as if desperately telling Tang Ye.

Don’t die! There is still too much beauty in this world, you can’t die yet! There are so many things undone, so many sights unseen, so many people you’ve not met. Even when times are tough, you must strive to live on for those precious bits of beauty!

Death, that word could never come to be associated with oneself.

"Ah—ah!"

Inside his own consciousness, Tang Ye let out a silent roar. With this roar, filled with endless unwillingness and defiance against death, he wouldn’t die! He would never die! At least not before he had completed what he had set out to do!

It seemed that this roar unleashed all the potential within Tang Ye’s heart. At the bottom of the pit, those slowly settling particles of sand appeared to be lifted by an invisible force, actually beginning to float in the air.

If one did not observe carefully, they would never notice each grain of sand trembling slightly, as if something was enveloped within these tiny particles, mere tens or several micrometers in size!

Ready to break through the confines of the sand grains at any moment and emerge!

In that instant, Tang Ye’s consciousness underwent a curious transformation. Under his control, those grains of sand gently hovered mid-air, then found other grains to join with, fusing into one, never to part again!

However, it didn’t take long for the sand to seemingly break free from the hold of that invisible force. With a "snap," they all scattered apart.

The attempt to coalesce his particle-like flesh and blood had failed, and Tang Ye’s consciousness fell silent once again.

In his consciousness, the destructive light that had driven away the darkness suddenly vanished, and darkness returned once more, leaving Tang Ye without any notion of movement or stillness.

It was as if he had fallen asleep, never to stir again.

It was impossible to know how much time had passed, just like before—it could have been a minute or many years, even tens of thousands of years.

In what felt like such a span of time in his perception, an image began to emerge in his consciousness, and only then did he realize this wasn’t any space of consciousness, but a phantasm within his own mind.

A white light appeared, occupying a part of the dark world in front of him. However, this light seemed not to have driven away the darkness. It was not light at all, but a piece of paper that could be clearly seen as white against the blackness!

The sensation was strange, but what he saw was just so, the whiteness so vivid, forming a stark contrast against the surrounding blackness!

As time slowly passed, not knowing how long it had been, Tang Ye gradually saw that within that expanse of pure white, there appeared several people—no, not just several, but countless figures. Yet that also seemed incorrect; he could not ascertain the number, but it was beyond count.

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