I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1146 - 1141

Chapter 1146: Chapter 1141

What was she doing?

Looking at the time, it was almost the wee hours of morning. From his floor-to-ceiling window, Tang Ye could see the homes’ lights gradually extinguishing one by one. Soon, only the somewhat desolate street lights remained, casting their glow on the dim streets below.

He went to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee with chili pepper, and Tang Ye returned to the living room to sit on the sofa. He opened the Apocalypse Community app. The content was much richer than it had been a few years ago, no longer filled with those extremely uncomfortable videos of killing and zombie invasions.

As time passed by, in the Apocalypse, all the major Sanctuary Cities had already been established, and life within them had stabilized somewhat. Although it couldn’t be compared to life before the Apocalypse, many people were satisfied with this, especially the ordinary folks.

Similarly, with these events occurring, some pre-Apocalypse industries had gradually revived on the internet—such as live streaming. But compared to before the Apocalypse, live streaming during the Apocalypse was clearly more exciting. The streamers, usually strong enough to be at least Level 4, would record their teams fighting against high-level zombies with their phones, and they broadcasted it for others to enjoy in exchange for tips.

However, in the Apocalypse, more than sixty percent were ordinary people, many of whom struggled with daily living, so how could they afford to tip a streamer with Yajin?

Therefore, those who could tip streamers were either the New Human Stronghouses with considerable strength and wealth or those weaker ones who wanted to curry favor with the streamers.

Besides these exciting live streams, there was a war journalist who produced a series about a force’s operations against powerful zombies and mutated beasts in a particular region.

Tang Ye found a series titled "The Beast God of Herunu Xi Kagerin," which told the story of a Level 7 Evolved Beast in a dense forest in the Western Europe region. It could command all the evolved beasts in the forest and launch evolutionary attacks on the survivors’ bases in the surrounding regions. Eventually, it caught the attention of a local superpower that began a capture operation against the Level 7 Evolved Beast.

It didn’t seem very interesting, but this series was extremely popular on the current internet. It was popular because, unexpectedly, the Nightmare Zombie King, who was crowned a Zombie King in Lan Ou, appeared. Upon its appearance, the Level 7 Evolved Beast was defeated in its hands, then devoured in front of a host of soldiers, followed by the slaughter of these soldiers by the Nightmare Zombie King, leading to their complete loss. Even the filmmaker was surrounded and torn to shreds by a horde of zombies. Only his assistant escaped from Herunu Xi Kagerin with the filming equipment and the remnants of other army units.

Tang Ye started with the first episode and checked the number of episodes—there were sixteen in total. Judging by the discussions on the net, the timeframe of these sixteen episodes was quite large, spanning two whole months.

He had intended to stay up watching this series until daylight. After all, zombies, unlike people, didn’t need sleep. The zombies lying in the ruins of the cities generally had very little capacity left in them to move about, so they would hibernate to conserve their ability to move, waking up only when they encountered living things.

Zombies with ample power didn’t need to hibernate; they could act relentlessly until their power dwindled to almost nothing.

As for the feeling of tiredness, zombies didn’t experience that at all.

So, after watching two episodes, at the beginning of the third, Tang Ye glanced outside the window. The streetlights were a dull yellow, and the horizon in the distance was slightly reddened, as if a red mist hung in the sky, while the area far away in the United District had sunk completely into darkness.

The silence was terrifyingly quiet. Perhaps in the entire United District, the only light still on was in his location.

The sky was covered with dense clouds that let no moonlight through, leaving some areas engulfed in darkness, invisible even to Tang Ye’s eyes.

Looking outside the window at it all, the dim streetlights reflected the darkness, making Tang Ye feel an uncontrollable sense of loneliness. Suddenly, the content on his phone seemed tasteless.

The outside world was devoid of people, everything so silent it made one feel tomorrow would be just as fascinating.

With that thought, Tang Ye walked to the light switch, turned off the lights, and walked into his room in the dark. He lay down on the bed and began to hibernate.

In the enveloping darkness, Tang Ye’s perception of the outside world weakened, and he no longer felt the passage of time. He didn’t know how much time had passed when there was a disturbance outside—footsteps, the sound of changing shoes, and the noise of items being reorganized started without a break. Finally, Tang Ye sensed his bedroom door being pushed open, and something seemed to be placed on the nightstand, emitting a slight "tap."

There was someone in front of him; Tang Ye could sense it. She began to squat down, and after an indefinable amount of time, a cold hand with a faint warmth touched his face. It lingered there for just a few seconds before withdrawing.

The person stood up, walked to the door, and after a while, the sound of the door closing echoed as if that person took one last look at him before leaving the room...

Elsewhere, in the dormitory building belonging to the Second Army Corps, soldiers dressed in plain clothes came out, carrying guns with less noticeable sounds. They walked down the stairs without saying a word. In the dormitory plaza on the first floor, several wardens were half-asleep playing with their phones. As these armed soldiers descended, the wardens acted as if they didn’t see them, continuing with what they were doing.

The scene was eerily silent. The soldiers moved through the darkness, their silhouettes gradually engulfed by it. They advanced with firm footsteps, synchronized in pace and stride, each step identical in length, as quietly and eerily as the zombies walking the streets of the forsaken cities.

And they were headed directly for the dormitories of the Eighth Army Corps!

Their operation was unexpectedly smooth; they didn’t encounter a single patrol on the streets, brazenly walking to the resting area of the Eighth Army Corps.

They found their way to the dormitory blocks with ease, but before taking many steps forward, they crossed paths with a patrol team that noticed this odd group.

"Halt, who are you? What’s the rush coming out in the middle of the night?"

"Keep walking."

"You don’t seem like the nighttime patrol, and you’re not dressed for it. Enough said, hand over your names. Expect a disciplinary notice tomorrow."