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Bill frowned and said, "Could the sound of opening the iron gate have alerted something bad?" Carlisle sighed and said, "I can only wish you good luck. ∝√√∝" Then Carlisle and his squad gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Bill handed the cigarette to Zoe and said to Louis and Francis, "If you want to live, follow my orders. Any questions?" Louis shook his head, and Francis nodded. Bill pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket, trying to find his lighter, but discovered it was out of fuel. Bill sighed softly. Suddenly, a hand reached out beside him with a lighter on it. Bill smiled at Francis, who took a deep breath and gripped his machete tightly.

Bill lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and felt young again. Suddenly, all the lights in the supermarket came on, the huge engines started running, and the iron gate behind them began to rise with a loud noise. One infected person after another appeared in Bill's line of sight. Bill cocked his 16-barrel cigarette and shouted, "They're here!"

The iron fence was slowly rising. At first, Louis and Francis could still deal with it with their machetes, but now Zoe had opened fire to stop the infected. Bill was still watching from the sidelines without making a move. Zoe was already struggling with the recoil of the P5; her hands were starting to feel intermittently numb. Suddenly, Bill pulled the trigger of the P516, which began unleashing a torrent of ammunition. Several dark figures fell beside Francis and Zoe. Bill stopped firing and looked at Zoe, saying, "Keep the counter-fire! I'll handle these monsters." Louis used his machete to knock down another infected, making it his twentieth kill—more than he had killed in the past few days. He was starting to feel exhausted. Francis kicked away an infected that was close to him, saying, "Damn it, why is this door rising so slowly?" Louis said, "Is this some kind of test from God?" Francis hacked at another infected, saying, "Go to hell, I don't want to die here." Bill opened fire again to fill in the blind spots for Zoe. They couldn't see how many infected were left; Zoe could no longer suppress them. Bill also began firing in response, and shells piled up at his feet. Bill pulled out his pager and shouted, "Damn it, Carlisle, where's your squad?" The pager only emitted a buzzing electromagnetic interference. At this moment, the iron gate had only risen to his calves when a very agile figure darted out from the infected ranks, bypassing Zoe's P5 barrage of bullets, grabbing Francis, and then riding on his head. Francis felt something riding on his head, and the thing's claws were scratching bloody marks on Francis's face. Francis couldn't tell which way was up because of the pain and could only follow the monster's control. Zoe watched as Francis was about to crash into the infected horde but couldn't do anything, fearing that stray bullets would injure Francis. At this moment, someone else steadied their breathing and quickly opened fire. The monster was hit, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then went still. Francis fell to the ground, covered his face, and shouted, "Damn it!"

Louis rushed to Francis, who was lying on the ground, shouting, "Damn it, Francis, are you alright? Answer me!" Francis covered his face and said, "I'm not dead yet." Louis exhaled and pulled Francis up from the ground. Zoe moved to Louis's side to parry the gunfire. The P5's mouth was already starting to turn slightly red. As Zoe changed positions, she shouted at Louis, "How long are you two going to keep catching up? Can't you let us get out of danger before you continue?" Louis helped Francis to his side and walked towards the iron fence. Blood kept dripping from between Francis's clenched fingers, splashing onto the white floor. Bill shot down another shadowy figure, then shook his arm, which had gone numb from holding the same position for so long, and said, "Damn it, these monsters are appearing in stages." Bill kept shooting, rapidly depleting his stamina. He stepped back and reached for his lower back, only to find it empty. The iron gate had only just risen to his thigh level. Bill kicked the gate hard, and suddenly it made a strange noise, stopped rising, and began to descend. Bill exclaimed in disbelief, "God, you're not playing a joke on us, are you?"

Bill, staring at the now-ceilinged iron gate, exclaimed, "Damn it!" He then turned to Francis and Louis and said, "Quick! Call Zoe back! This damn gate won't rise!" Louis, breaking out in a cold sweat, frantically asked Bill, "Bill, what do we do? What do we do?" Bill gripped the iron gate with both hands and strained to pull it up slightly. Zoe, who had retreated to the side of the gate, watched Bill's efforts to keep it rising and asked, "Bill, what's happening? What are you doing?" The veins bulging on Bill's hands showed he was desperately trying to keep the gate from falling. "Zoe, climb over there quickly! Take Francis over and give him to Louis to cover us. This door can't be raised any higher, and I don't know how much longer my old bones can keep it at this height." Without saying a word, Zoe tossed the P5 to Louis and began to climb over the iron gate with difficulty. Louis held the P5 in one hand and supported Francis with the other, firing with difficulty. The P5's ammunition was being consumed rapidly, and it was clear that it could no longer stop the infected's advance. Zoe struggled to crawl across the narrow passage, just wide enough for one person to lie down. Turning back to Louis, she said, "Louis, quickly help Francis over here." Louis slung Francis over his shoulder and laid him on the ground. At that moment, the iron gate lowered slightly. Bill strained again to lift the gate, gritting his teeth, "Louis, get this damn Francis over here, or we'll all become infected dinner." Louis was sweating profusely, beads of sweat dripping onto Francis's clothes. Francis himself struggled to move towards the other side of the gate. Zoe had half of Francis on her shoulders when several zombies appeared behind them. Louis shouted anxiously, "Zoe, watch out behind you!"

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Chapter 738 Memories of the Past World [16]

Zoe turned around and saw several infected staggering towards her and Francis. Louis handed Zoe his knife, saying, "Cover Francis." Zoe picked up the machete and stood beside Francis, guarding against the approaching zombies. One zombie approached Zoe's right side, and Zoe quickly slashed at the infected's shoulder blade, drawing blood. The infected, oblivious to the pain, continued to walk towards Zoe. Zoe slashed again at the infected's neck, decapitating it. Blood splattered onto Zoe's pale face and stained her eyes. Zoe shouted, "Come on, anyone who's not afraid to die, come at me!" She charged at the zombies with her machete. Bill shouted anxiously, "Zoe, what are you doing? Come back!" Francis finally crawled... He stood up, machete in hand, and smiled at Bill, saying, "I'll find a way to bring her back." Bill, watching blood trickle from between Francis's fingers, said, "Francis, you can't die here! You have to bring Zoe back safely!" Francis shook his arm weakly, saying, "Shut up, old man, I know." Francis walked slowly towards Zoe's retreating figure, each step leaving a drop of blood on the floor, eerily like a flower. Francis was beginning to show signs of blood loss; his vision was blurring, the blood obscuring his eyes. Each step felt like a thousand people were pressing down on him. He knew he might collapse at any moment, but his will wouldn't allow him to fall because he had promised to bring Zoe back.

Zoe charged toward an infected person, who swung his arm to grab her. Zoe swiftly swung her knife, severing the infected person's entire arm. She then slashed the infected person's neck, plunging the knife deep into his neck before pulling it out. The infected person collapsed, powerless. Zoe continued running towards another infected. At that moment, another infected approached Zoe from behind, slamming the machete in her hand to the ground and pulling her down, slamming her to the ground. Another infected seized the opportunity, holding Zoe's hand and about to bite her neck. Zoe's fear finally exploded at this moment; an overwhelming sense of terror made it hard to breathe. She could feel the scythe of death already swinging. She nervously closed her eyes, awaiting death, but felt a warm liquid drip onto her face. The expected excruciating pain didn't come. She heard Francis's weak voice: "Zoe, get up!" Zoe opened her eyes and saw Francis standing before her, covering her face with a machete still dripping blood in his other hand. The two zombies on her body had both been pierced through the back of their heads by Francis and lay to the side. Zoe felt… Zoe jumped up and hugged Francis, saying, "Thank you for saving me, Francis." Francis smiled and said, "I promised that old man Bill I would bring you back safely, and I did." Suddenly, Francis felt something split open in his head, his vision blurred, and he finally collapsed into Zoe's arms. Zoe cried out in terror, "Francis, what's wrong? Answer me!" Just then, several infected approached the unsuspecting Zoe. Suddenly, several shots from an HK41 (second-generation 30-round burst sniper rifle) echoed through the supermarket. Zoe turned around and saw several infected clutching their pierced stomachs, slowly collapsing. A group of dark figures rushed out and caught Francis, who lay unconscious in a pool of blood. Zoe cried out, "Who are you? Let go of Francis!" Then, Zoe felt everything go black and lost consciousness. A survivor knocked Zoe unconscious and carried her on his back.

Louis was still firing desperately, but his retreating steps only made things worse. Bill shouted, "Louis, hurry up and get over there!" Louis looked at Bill, who was struggling to maintain the iron fence, with difficulty and said, "If I get over there, what about you?" Bill roared, "I'm a soldier! My pride won't allow a civilian to protect me!" Louis was clearly frightened by Bill and dropped his P5 on the ground, starting to crawl towards the other side of the iron fence. The infected, no longer restrained, began to frantically run towards Bill, who was maintaining the iron fence gate. After a while, Louis finally crawled over. Louis turned back to support the fence gate and said, "Bill, I can't leave you behind, hurry up and come over!" Bill's burden suddenly lightened a lot. Bill immediately turned back, picked up the P5 that Louis had dropped on the ground, and started firing. Because Bill had left, the pressure on the iron fence gate was all on Louis's shoulders. Louis felt his hands were about to... Unable to hold on any longer, he half-knelt, his shoulder wedged against the iron gate, shouting, "Bill, come quick! I can't hold on much longer!" Bill, having emptied his P5 ammo, quickly took a running start, slid low over the gate, and pulled Louis, who was pinned down by the gate, over as well. The gate finally crashed down, separating the four from the zombies outside. Louis's shoulder was scraped raw, blood staining his clothes. Turning back, he looked at the infected reaching out to grab him on the other side of the gate and sighed, "So close! Death on that side, thank goodness we're alive on this side." Suddenly, Louis realized he was being pointed at by several guns. Terrified, he immediately covered his head with his hands and crouched down, shouting, "I'm not infected! I'm not infected!" Bill wanted to continue fighting but found himself severely exhausted. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness. He only remembered seeing Carlisle's face with an enigmatic smile before he collapsed.

Bill found himself beside a desolate cemetery. His memory of the place was familiar, yet he couldn't recall exactly where he was. Moving his stiff body, Bill slowly walked towards the seemingly long-abandoned cemetery. A welcome sign for Franklin Cemetery lay askew, overgrown with weeds. Bill pushed open the worn-out gate and entered. Inside, tombstones were covered in vines. Suddenly, a sharp headache began to pound in Bill's head. Everything here was incredibly familiar; the air, besides the pervasive smell of decay, held a familiar feeling. Bill knelt on the ground, clutching his head, writhing in pain. Weakness was Bill's first feeling upon waking. He struggled to open his tired eyes, which slowly adjusted to the bright light. Zoe sat beside Bill, watching him wake up, and said, "You're finally awake! You scared me to death, Bill." Bill smiled weakly and said, "How long have I been asleep?" "Two days and two nights. The doctor said if you hadn't woken up, your life might have been in danger." Bill looked at Zoe's face and saw it overlap with the face in his memory again, and said, "I will live well, I promise you."

Zoe smiled helplessly and said, "Who are you guaranteeing to? God?" Bill seemed to hear that familiar laughter again and said, "No, I'm guaranteeing to my angels." Zoe slowly helped Bill up. Bill looked around and saw a military tent filled with various medical equipment. The tent was full of patients. Bill could even hear Francis's screams as he changed his dressing not far away. Francis yelled, "Louis, what are you doing? I'm going to die at your hands if not from the infected!" Louis said apologetically, "My bandaging skills aren't very good yet, and you..." "You didn't faint like last time. The doctor had to go to great lengths to save you." Francis touched the bandage diagonally wrapped around his face and said, "Did I just have a brush with death?" Louis sighed and said, "You almost didn't make it. The doctor saw you had lost too much blood but had no plasma, so they had to draw blood on the spot." Francis smiled foolishly and said, "It's better to be alive, hahaha." At this moment, Carlisle walked in from outside the tent and said, "Are you awake? The survivors welcome you to the Baker Survivor Camp. Everything has begun again."

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Chapter 739 Trials in the Virtual World [1]

Liu Chendong, also known as Apocalypse, has had his power transplanted into him, but his mental strength is still insufficient. He needs further training, and Tang Tian has prepared a good place for him: the virtual world. He has now entered a new world.

Walking down the street, Liu Chendong noticed a sudden surge in people with colds. Everyone was wearing masks and coughing uncontrollably, as if they were coughing up their lungs. Liu Chendong was thankful his immune system was strong enough; otherwise, he would have been devastated. Just as he was thinking about dying, someone actually collapsed on the street, convulsing and coughing up copious amounts of blood, staining their white masks crimson—a horrifying sight. Following the first person's collapse, many more people followed suit, vomiting blood and falling. The crowd immediately erupted into chaos. Liu Chendong was startled; one person vomiting blood was somewhat manageable, but so many people doing it together was a spectacle. Even the most obtuse person would realize something was wrong. People frantically ran towards what they thought was safe. Liu Chendong followed the flow of people back to his hotel. He assumed it was some kind of acute infectious disease and didn't go out again that day. That evening, watching the news reports, he learned that an unknown infectious virus might have emerged. The epidemic prevention department was investigating, and currently, the main symptoms of infection were fever and persistent coughing, even coughing up blood. The transmission route was not yet determined, and so far, there had been no deaths.

After watching the news, Liu Chendong still felt uneasy. He called his mother to let her know he was safe and then forced himself to sleep. The next day, a death case appeared, pushing public panic to its peak. New patients kept emerging, and deaths became commonplace, but the epidemic prevention department still couldn't provide any information. But the situation was far from over; the virus continued to spread rapidly. On this closed artificial island, it seemed that people were left only to wait for death.

Several days passed, and just when people thought they were doomed, the virus seemed to disappear, ceasing its spread and transmission. People finally breathed a sigh of relief and prayed that those who jumped into the sea to escape survived. The virus had brought the artificial island to the death of two-fifths of its population, a terrifying consequence of a 100% mortality rate. But the trouble was far from over. At some point, all communication equipment stopped working, and the transportation promised by the city hall was nowhere to be found. Liu Chendong was now anxious; not calling his mother would have serious consequences. So he went out to try his luck, hoping to find an old-fashioned radio. He didn't find a radio but ran into Fatty Ben. Fatty Drucker looked even more haggard. Upon seeing Liu Chendong, he didn't ask why he had left without saying goodbye last time, which relieved Liu Chendong. However, seeing Fatty's terrible condition made him even more worried. This Fatty, whom he had only known for a day, might not be a good person, but Liu Chendong genuinely didn't want anything to happen to him.

"Hey! You look even more haggard than before," Liu Chendong asked worriedly.

"Now I believe a saying from your country," Drucker said with a wry smile. "I'm just having one misfortune after another. Sasa just left, and now Bale is in trouble too."

"What happened to Baler?"

"This infectious disease is rampant these days!"

"What? Barre is dead?" Liu Chendong exclaimed in shock. Seeing that the fat Drucker had given him a negative answer, he asked, "Isn't this disease 100% fatal?"

“I don’t know what happened either,” the fat Drucker said, shaking his head. “Baller had a fever, coughed, and vomited blood like everyone else, but he didn’t die. And his condition is very strange.”

"What's strange?"

“I can’t say for sure, you’ll see when you come with me,” he said, pulling Liu Chendong back to his home. As soon as they opened the door, a strong stench of decay filled the air. Liu Chendong, suppressing his discomfort, went inside and was shocked by what he saw of Bale. Bale’s skin was a deathly gray, with multiple areas of rotting. The worst affected were his legs; the areas connecting his mechanical limbs were highly rotten and festering, and he was breathing rapidly.

"Damn it! He's in this state, why isn't he at the hospital yet?" Liu Chen Dong rushed forward to help Bale up, but Bale, hearing someone approach, suddenly sat up and lunged at Liu Chen Dong, only to be pushed back down by the fat man. Liu Chen Dong broke out in a cold sweat. In that brief moment, he had seen Bale's pupil shrink to a tiny dot, the rest completely grayish-white—clearly the pupil of a dead man.

"What happened?"

"I don't know either. He bites anyone who gets close. He almost bit the doctor several times," the fat man explained. "I'm afraid to go near him now."

The two remained silent. Bale's situation was clearly beyond Liu Chendong's expectations, and since there was no good solution, he had no choice but to stay and help the fat man take care of Bale.

As night fell, everything fell silent. The police officers who remained at the morgue during this virus outbreak idly drank coffee. Because of the large number of deaths and the slow cremation process, a large number of bodies had accumulated, so the morgue was temporarily converted. They stayed at night to guard the bodies and prevent stray cats and dogs from damaging them.

"What bad luck," the policeman grumbled, when he suddenly heard a clear crashing sound from inside. He quickly grabbed his flashlight and went inside to investigate. After shining the flashlight around several times without finding any stray cats or dogs, he was about to back out when he stopped abruptly. He thought he saw one of the corpses move slightly. "Damn! Am I seeing things?" the policeman thought, and shone the flashlight around again for a closer look.

The corpses were really moving! Though very slowly, they were moving nonetheless—how could this be? The policeman trembled and backed away. Before he could take more than a few steps, a large number of corpses sat up. The policeman fell to the ground with a loud thud, and all the corpses were drawn to him, staring blankly at him. "Hungry..." all the corpses uttered, then pounced on the policeman, tearing and biting him viciously.

"Ah!!" The policeman roared, and with a sudden surge of strength, he pushed away the corpse that was tearing at him and ran away.

"Help! Help!!" The policeman ran into the street and shouted loudly. The sparse pedestrians on the street looked at the policeman, who was covered in wounds and blood, and the "people" following behind him with strange eyes. Some people tried to block the policeman from behind and stop these pursuing "people", but they were knocked to the ground. Other corpses also knocked down other passers-by, tearing them apart and even disemboweling them and eating their internal organs with relish.

The policeman dragged his injured body to an empty alley and slowly sat down. "They're away now, aren't they? What were those damned things?" He panted heavily for a while before checking his injuries, but then a strong urge to vomit surged through him.

Chapter 740 Trials in the Virtual World [2]

Meanwhile, flesh buds sprouted from Bale's severed legs, and his legs began to regenerate. However, what grew were muscular legs and monstrous feet. His muscles were constantly tearing and reforming, and his body slowly grew to gigantic size. Bale, now fully transformed, glared at the two terrified men with bloodshot eyes. After looking around, he raised his enormous hand and slammed it down on Ben. Fortunately, Liu Chendong reacted quickly and pushed the fat man aside. With a deafening bang, a large crater was created where the fat man had stood. Bale's strength had increased exponentially.

"****!" This was Liu Chendong's biggest thought of the day. The zombies on the street were overjoyed to see two living people suddenly appear and charged towards them. He was truly panicking and running blindly. Everywhere he looked, there were the roars of zombies and the screams of humans. While running, he suddenly heard the scream of the fat man behind him. Turning around, he saw the fat man being bitten on the ankle by a zombie that was only half-dead.

"I'm doomed! I'm not reconciled!" Looking at the approaching zombie and then at the fat man beside him, Liu Chendong felt that even if he died like this, God would sympathize with him. Perhaps God heard his prayer, because the window on the second floor of the alley was opened and a hand reached out. "Come on up quickly." Liu Chendong was stunned for a moment, then quickly lifted the fat man up.

"How did you get up here?" the fat man shouted, sticking his head out from the top.

"Haha! Don't underestimate me, I'm not an ordinary person," Liu Chendong said confidently. Then he ran towards the opposite wall, kicked off the wall hard, and leaped high into the air, landing safely in the window. "I'm a nimble person," he boasted.

A chuckle rang out, and Liu Chendong looked up to see it was the same person he'd met before. Francis walked over and said, "Not bad, but I still have to ask, are any of you injured?"

"I didn't, but he was bitten by that thing," Liu Chendong said, pointing at the fat man. "What happened?"

“Then I’m sorry, I must ask this gentleman to leave,” Francis said to the two.

"Why should I?" Liu Chendong said angrily. "This wretched island is full of these things. We finally found a few of you alive, and you want to drive one of you away. Now, who knows how many people will be left alive?"

“No way, going out now is suicide,” Liu Chendong interjected. “How do you know that being bitten will turn you into that thing! Have you seen it?”

“We’ve never seen him before! Don’t you know him?” Zoe said excitedly. “With Francis’s skills, how could he have only saved a few people?”

"Alright, Zoe, stop talking," Francis said casually.

"No way! Why shouldn't we talk about it! How many people have insulted us today!"

As the zombies ravaged the area, Zoe and Francis were finishing their training and leaving the gym when they saw the tragedy on the street. They immediately joined the rescue effort. However, when Francis saw someone he had punched with his mechanical arm rise again and attack others, he realized this wasn't a riot. He grabbed Zoe and ran, saving several more people along the way. Led by Francis, a skilled fighter, they gradually fought their way out of the encirclement and returned to Francis's home.

Everyone sat in the living room, panting heavily. They were temporarily safe here, and everyone felt like they had escaped a disaster.

"Hey! You're bleeding!" one survivor said to another middle-aged survivor.

"It's nothing, I just got bitten while running away, it'll be fine in a bit," the middle-aged man said. At this moment, Zoe took out the first-aid kit and told everyone to bandage themselves while she went to help Francis replace his combat mechanical limbs. So everyone began to treat themselves, unaware that the others had quietly moved away from the injured survivors.

Mechanical exoskeleton limbs are divided into two types: combat and general use. Combat limbs are much larger and equipped with weapons, making them very heavy and placing a significant burden on the body if worn in daily life.

Inside the bedroom, Zoe said as she helped Francis, "Today was horrible. Were those guys even human?"

“I don’t know, something must have changed about those guys; their strength has increased a lot,” Francis said. “And it seems that nothing other than smashing their heads or tearing them apart completely is effective at killing them.”

As the two were talking, screams suddenly came from the living room. They rushed out and saw several survivors desperately tearing at other people. Francis quickly rushed over and killed several of the mutants. He then helped the injured people up and asked them what was wrong.

"I don't know what happened, those injured guys suddenly became just like the people on the street."

"If I were you, I'd kill them right now," Liu Chendong said, stepping out from the corner. "It's obvious that injured people are susceptible to infection."

“This…” Francis hesitated. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill the zombies or his opponents, but he couldn’t bring himself to kill an injured ordinary person. Although the underground fighters had all killed people, it was for survival. Stepping onto the fighting ring meant giving up their lives, but they weren’t indiscriminate killers.

"No...don't kill me, I won't become that kind of thing," the injured man pleaded.

In the end, Francis didn't kill him, but instead tied him up and threw him in a corner. Francis then approached Liu Chendong and asked, "Who are you?"

"Me? I am who I am!"

"No! When I first rescued you, you started acting like a timid and cowardly person, not the calm person you are now."

"Alright, you're quite observant. You can think of me as a second personality." At this point, Liu Chendong suddenly pointed behind him, "Before interrogating me, shouldn't we take them out first?"

Francis turned around and saw that the people who had been bitten to death earlier had stood up again. Now he had no choice but to believe Liu Chendong's words. After killing those zombies, he saw that the injured man's skin was turning gray at a visible speed. Francis walked over and kicked his head, then turned back to ask some questions.

Afterwards, Francis and his companions rescued several more groups of survivors. They tried to expel the injured and explain to the uninjured, but this only resulted in misunderstanding and verbal abuse from the others. After all, most of those who had escaped with them were relatives or friends, and they didn't want to believe these people had become zombies. Eventually, those people left with the injured. It wasn't that no one wanted to take over the house, but they gave up under Francis's intimidation. The next few hours passed peacefully.

Chapter 741 Trials in the Virtual World [3]

"Me? How could I become something like that?" The fat man collapsed to the ground. "Baller, what do I do? I don't want to die!"

“I’d like to too, but I’ve tried so many things and nothing’s worked,” Francis shrugged. “I’m more curious than you about what happened.”

What to do? What to do? Liu Chendong sat down next to the fat man. "Hey! Do you think they'll laugh at you from heaven for looking like this?"

"How could this be!" The fat man slowly calmed down. "I died so unwillingly, and to turn into that kind of thing, it's disgusting. I'd rather have been killed by Bale."

"Come on, Fatty, how about dying in my hands?" Liu Chendong lowered his head, his expression unreadable. "Although you're not a good person, you're still the first friend I made here. I really don't want to see you turn into someone who eats people. Rather than that, how about dying in my hands?"

"You? You'd throw up even watching underground fighting," the fat man sneered. "But still, please..."

"Okay! Let's go downstairs and take a look at those disgusting corpses. Let's get used to it first, so I don't suffer more if I can't kill you right away." Saying this, he helped the fat man up, and the two of them, laughing, headed downstairs...

Half an hour later, Liu Chendong returned to the second floor with a calm expression. The others opened their mouths as if to say something, but no sound came out. Liu Chendong spoke first, "Everyone, I've always thought of myself as a good-tempered person, really! But when I killed Fatty, I felt an unprecedented anger. I don't believe this was a coincidence; there must be something going on. There are very few people who know the truth now. I might do something extreme to force him to confess. I must find out the truth behind this and kill those rats hiding in the shadows to quell my anger!" After saying that, he kicked someone hard in the stomach.

“No.” Francis shook his head. “Judging from his attack methods, he’s clearly professionally trained. His strikes are aimed at areas that will cause pain but not death. His words were probably just to put psychological pressure on that guy.” He’s definitely not an ordinary fat man.

“Okay,” a doctor next to me sat up straight and said, “My name is Anthony Douglas. As you can see, I am a cowardly and timid guy, but undeniably I am a genius in biological genetics, possessing many novel ideas and even research results. However, due to my personality, these have been taken advantage of by those around me. I can only complain to myself in the mirror, and that’s how I came to be.”

“I had been hiding it very well, and all I did every day was secretly observe the world, until that woman named Kerry appeared. At the time, I was researching a new method of gene fission, and this woman became my assistant. But just when my research made a breakthrough, Kerry stole my results. I angrily confronted her, but all I got was endless humiliation. I went home and complained to myself in the mirror as usual, except this time, it was something very important.”

"Hey! We don't want to hear about your past!" Liu Chendong said anxiously. "Get to the point."

"Right away, right away," Anthony waved his hand. "Honestly, I get annoyed talking to myself in the mirror every day. I have no patience at all."

"After that, I returned to my old life, but then one day I received an invitation from a place called the Harvis Institute. The benefits were excellent, and since I had wanted to leave anyway, I went there. Looking back, my time at Harvis was probably the happiest time of my life. The people there were true researchers; there was no competition for resources, no backstabbing. Everyone was researching what interested them. Later, we were divided into experimental groups based on research projects and categories. The research gave our group some data and samples we had never seen before, and we were as excited as if we had seen a beautiful woman. Every day we conducted various experiments based on the data. I heard that this data and samples were developed by a Dr. William Bronze; he was a true genius."

"Our experiment finally entered its final stage. That day, we successfully revived a dead white cat. Although it exhibited unusual aggression, we were too excited to notice. We reported the experimental results and cell analysis data to the research institute, but the result was that they were archived. We were given a new task, this time obtaining a completely new type of proliferating cell. When this research ended, our results were archived again and transferred here. Initially, it was still animal testing, with the aim of researching new therapeutic agents and limb regeneration. But gradually, the test subjects became human corpses. We gradually sensed something was wrong. When one day our test subjects became living people, we began to refuse to work."

"We were suppressed by a group of men in black suits who suddenly appeared. Under the threat of death, we started working again. The first resurrected corpse appeared, but I didn't call it a zombie. Soon the first zombie was destroyed, and we obtained new research data and realized that we weren't studying cell samples at all. The experiment continued for several more months, and then we received another notice that the experiment was over, and we were transferred again. That day, I happened to have an upset stomach, and when I passed by the men in suits' office, I heard that they were going to release biological weapons here and kill us to silence us."

“I chose to run away, and you all know what happened after that,” Anthony said.

"Is that so! Is this what the virus that caused the mass deaths was like?" Liu Chendong fell silent. "What a bastard experiment."

"Do you know the background of the research institute?" Zoe pressed. "An organization that can do something like this must be very powerful."

“I don’t know,” Anthony said helplessly. “I only know the name Harvis Institute, and I have no idea who those men in suits are.”

“Alright! This incident was clearly deliberate, a deliberate attempt to isolate the entire artificial island. It seems the government has intervened as well,” Francis said.

"How could that be? How could the government agree to something like this?" Zhan asked in astonishment.

“Nothing is impossible. It’s entirely possible for something like this to happen for profit,” Anthony said calmly.

"Then let's quickly find other survivors and escape from here..."

"Well done!" What Liu Chendong and his team didn't know was that everything they did was being broadcast thousands of miles away by ubiquitous cameras and watched by others... Liu Chendong's virtual world was changing step by step, and all the changes were just beginning.