I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1290 - 1285: Portrait of a Loser

Chapter 1290: Chapter 1285: Portrait of a Loser

After realizing the importance of color, he tried to guide it, but how could he guide a color that no one else had seen or even imagined? Thus, Ah Fu, Xu Haishui, and other Level 8 zombies, led by Bai Huipeng as the Level 8 New Humans, were all stuck at Level 8 without exception, unable to move forward a step!

Whether zombies or humans, once at Level 8, it seemed they were at their limits; this was the limit for all living beings. But Level 9 was a mutation in the form of life! Tang Ye, who possessed Level 9 strength, understood this very clearly.

For anyone, something you pass on the first attempt seems simple, but if you can’t pass, it’s deemed difficult. Tang Ye was a prime example of this; when he evolved to Level 9, he passed through in a confused haze because he saw that color. It appeared on that spot of the white wall, a small patch of mud, and the color of that mud transformed the world he saw. However, that color was not something he saw for the first time; he had seen it after previous evolutions, but it was fleeting, gone before he could even react.

Su Sigui might also be stuck here, otherwise, she would have evolved to Level 9 like himself.

He probably knew why Su Sigui was looking for him now; though he had always been in the Royal Court, having evolved to Level 9, how could he not pay attention to everything outside? Besides him, there were many of him wandering in cities on wastelands, but to avoid affecting himself, these avatars retained only Level 8 strength, with one or two situated near Cloud Gorge Base in Changyuan City, having a certain understanding of the situation inside Cloud Gorge Base.

These avatars’ primary purpose was just to find a person. From the heavy equipment situations reported from outside, followers of the Zombie King began to appear in parts of Chinese Land, clearly hinting at something: without Level 9 New Humans, survivor bases including Cloud Gorge Base would be as easily breached and consumed as canned food.

He was waiting, waiting for everyone outside to die, leaving only those humans alive within the Royal Court. Then the whole world’s population would be in the Royal Court, where humans and zombies could coexist harmoniously; then, his wish would be fulfilled along with that personal obsession and responsibility of his.

While this completion was somewhat distorted, it was completed nonetheless, wasn’t it?

Tang Ye was once human, but not always so, his true identity was that of a zombie, fully accepted and openly acknowledged. Having held identities from both races allowed Tang Ye to make the most balanced judgments between the two.

In Cloud Gorge, City of Bright Moon was under expulsion by the Hidden Dragon Society and the Judgment Association, two major forces. When interests were harmed, people always tend to eliminate those who share the cake with them. Unfortunately, as a later joiner, City of Bright Moon was chosen; it was always like this.

However, he also admired Su Sigui for leaving Cloud Gorge Base and coming to the Northern Empire to find him at such a critical time.

What made her do this, what exactly was she up to?

It seemed like gambeling, throwing down all her chips in a bet!

In an almost half a football field-sized palace, his conversation didn’t make the environment any less quiet. Su Sigui did not respond; she just looked into Tang Ye’s eyes, seemingly trying to see something through "Li Henian’s" eyes.

Tang Ye was not worried about Su Sigui seeing anything in particular, he was at Level 9 and also at Level 8. Facing people, his identity had always been Li Henian, and to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, he preferred to conceal his abilities like before—the Zombie King was at Level 9, what does it have to do with me, Li Henian?

Perhaps uncomfortable with maintaining eye contact with Su Sigui for long, Tang Ye took the initiative and said, "I know I reneged on our agreement, practically enjoying the greatest secret you shared with me for free. For that, I am sorry, but you sought the wrong person. I am just a failure, a failure who collapses at any setback. I don’t think I’ll be any hope."

After saying this, Tang Ye laughed self-deprecatingly. He spoke well, he was indeed a failure, one who thought everything would always proceed smoothly and very susceptible to blows. In the thriving Central District, he had thought himself close to his target; soon, the Peace Party’s influence would expand worldwide, gradually leading people to create a harmonious and beautiful world.

But at the moment of the "Changheng Power Supply" explosion, everything was extinguished, and now, he just wanted to simply and formally complete this responsibility or obsession, along with other people’s wishes, here in this small Royal Court.

This was the perfect portrait of a failure!

Su Sigui still didn’t speak, her gaze toward Tang Ye as if looking at a mere statue.

Tang Ye shook his head at her and turned, walking toward the sofa beside the dragon head, but before he could reach the sofa, Su Sigui’s voice suddenly rose from behind.

"You can renege on our agreement; perhaps that agreement was too difficult for you after all. However, I have a request, a very simple one. This request won’t be difficult, for you, it’s just a matter of thought."

Hearing this, Tang Ye turned around and saw Su Sigui’s facial features; at that moment, his facial expression froze as everything felt unreal.

On Su Sigui’s face, he saw exhaustion, pain, and in her eyes, that hint of pleading. Su Sigui had always seemed strong to him, an indomitable fighter unimaginable to be begging someone.

It was like a young man full of vigor stepping into society, with a defiance against any strong authority, who, faced with life’s blows, had his sharp edges worn away, begging for a moment of respite, for a chance to catch his breath.

Tang Ye was briefly taken aback, as if in a dream, watching Su Sigui. He initially wanted to say, "I once rashly made a commitment to someone, thinking it simple enough to fulfill, only to be bound by that ’wish.’"

But remembering that agreement, he didn’t speak. Now, Su Sigui was like a teacher facing a grade-schooler, having given an ordinary task that, to a child, seemed difficult and was canceled, only to be replaced by an even simpler task meant to be perfunctorily completed.

He seemed to have no reason to refuse...