I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1295 - 1290: Job Fair

Chapter 1295: Chapter 1290: Job Fair

Jichun City was an entirely abandoned wasteland city where survivors rarely appeared anymore. Looking up, many high-rise buildings had severely tilted, and the ground itself was overrun with green vegetation engulfing the skyscrapers. Here and there, threads of fresh red flesh were spun like spiderwebs, connecting the different areas.

Because of their appearance, the once-quiet horde of zombies began to stir, scattering as if they had seen something terrifying, unwilling to linger in this place. For a moment, roars from the zombies could be heard all around their landing site.

A high-level zombie named Gu Nus was the first to disembark from the aircraft. With a single perception, a smirk formed at the corner of his mouth, and he said to his companions, "It seems there are quite a few Level 8 zombies here."

"This place has been neglected by humans, so it’s not strange that there are zombies like us here."

"Alright, everyone gather up. The boss will come to us soon. Let’s get our tasks sorted first."

"Old Dong, you and a few others, don’t go out yet. Establish a base here first. Old Hong, take some more people to handle the Near-Heaven sinners in this area. Those willing to serve Khan can stay; those we can’t control, don’t waste words, just kill them directly."

"Gentlemen, let me remind you, our titles here are different. We are called zombies, they are humans. We won’t use terms like Near-Heaven level in the future, it’s too suspicious. From Level 1 to Level 8, it corresponds to our eight ranks; that’s how it’s going to be used from now on."

"OK!"

"Also, we’re setting off the day after tomorrow. Find a few vehicles, and after driving 180 kilometers north, we’ll reach the administrative area of Cloud Gorge Base. Of course, you could also just run there; it’s much faster than driving. But remember, not too many. Most of you should still choose to take a vehicle."

"Understood."

At this moment, Xu Haishui spoke up, "There’s no need to rush over all at once. Just send a few people first, not too many, to scout out the situation at Cloud Gorge Base. We’re here to help, not to raid like bandits."

"Huh~ It’s much the same."

"That settles it, we’ll do as Xu Haishui suggested. Send a recon team first, we don’t need many. Establish a base in Changyuan City and we’ll move there gradually; there’s plenty of time."

Ah Fu spoke from the side, holding enough authority among these Level 8 Powerhouses that no one contradicted him. Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw over a dozen silver-armored heads gathering together, his face showing surprise. Where did these silver-armored zombies come from? And every one of them was Level 8?

"Brother Hu, I’ll go ahead to Cloud Gorge Base and scout the place for you," said Abeng, who had transformed into a human child, loudly from atop one of the silver-armored zombies. Then he directed his herd of Level 8 silver-armored zombies forward.

"Damn! It’s Abeng; he followed us in! What about Song Muyuan?"

"Forget it, that guy’s probably been seduced again."

"Tsk, marinating tofu in brine, there’s always a counter for everything."

"You little punk, don’t stir up trouble, or I’ll flay you when you get back!"

"Blah blah blah~" Abeng stuck out his tongue at Ah Fu, not caring about the words he had just spoken. Nearby, Kano Jie jumped onto the shoulder of a silver-armored zombie and said to Ah Fu, "Brother Hu, I’ll come along too. I’ll keep an eye on him."

Ah Fu didn’t say much, just nodded his head. Since Abeng had already come along, it wasn’t necessary to send him back now.

With the basic matters settled, the high-level zombies in Jichun City were completely unaware that a large gang of bullies had set their sights on them!

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Inside Cloud Gorge Base, the air was already thick with the smoke of war as the refugees continually moved to safer areas, their faces numb, some with panic painted across them.

In this apocalypse, although they lived in the Super Sanctuary City Yunxia Base, which covered an area of over 5,000 square kilometers and was thought to be impenetrable unless the Zombie King appeared, they had to guard against swarms of zombies invading as well as wars that occasionally erupted within.

Under immense environmental and economic pressure, humanity had no other choice but to use war to cleanse itself, leading to an intensification and eventual warfare between the City of Bright Moon and the Hidden Dragon Council of the Judgement Association, two superpowers in conflict.

Wars, both big and small, had become all too common, countless were the number of deaths they caused, countless were the people who lost their homes, living in poverty and danger, rendered helpless and resigned to be driven forward by this adverse trend.

For the weak, their greatest hope was simply to endure the war, no matter who the victor might be; City of Bright Moon or Hidden Dragon Council of the Judgement Association, as long as the war ended and they could catch their breath—even though hunger would persist—they could still strive to prolong their miserable existence in this world.

On the battlefield behind them, lasers occasionally pierced the sky, creating dazzling bursts of flames on the ground, and faint screams could be heard, echoing as if from the depths of hell.

Those heading toward the safe zone looked back, the numbness in their eyes mirrored by the bright, searing light—a false glimmer of hope.

On street corners, people would occasionally appear, lifting up those who had just starved to death on the roads, and disappearing down an alley, out of sight. People knew what this was about; the dead bodies taken by these men would probably end up with some of their organs on the black market in a matter of days.

Even more outrageous was the "recruitment" fair that was taking place right before everyone’s eyes!

This was no ordinary recruitment; those being recruited would sell everything about themselves, including their bodies!

This was a slave recruitment fair!

And the compensation offered to the recruited was merely a few meals—perhaps the best food they’d had since the apocalypse began.

As a result, many people rushed forward, hoping to present themselves to the recruiters and make their existence known.

And at this recruitment fair, there was only one requirement for the candidates: to have a pleasing appearance!

Ha, this requirement of a pleasing appearance had another layer of meaning: don’t be ugly. For instance, a man with a disfigured face would be eliminated right away.

Every so often, the ground would tremble; a force would tear open cracks in the earth, and people knew that a Level 8 Powerhouse might be fighting in the distance, the destruction reaching over here.

But these issues were of no concern to them. In Cloud Gorge Base, every Level 8 Powerhouse maintained a tacit agreement to control their power to avoid causing too much damage—of course, except for those who knew they were certain to die and went mad.

They would recklessly unleash their power, taking as many people as possible with them to the grave!