I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

"We can pledge our loyalty to you!"

Zhang Chen looked at these humble figures begging for mercy and remembered how they used to be high and mighty and how they exploited the people.

"Take them away," he waved his hand, "and let them build roads. Since they have consumed so much of the people's blood and sweat, they should do something for the people."

"Yes!"

Watching this group of people being escorted away, Zhang Chen looked towards the sunset in the distance.

The new era has finally arrived.

And these remnants of history will eventually atone for their sins through labor, or grow old in shame.

This is the ending they deserved.

In the square at dusk, the former powerful people knelt in a row.

"Traitor!" The eldest prince's face was grim. "You are a thief of the country!"

"Shut up!" An old farmer angrily threw rotten vegetable leaves at his face, "How dare you talk like that!"

The second prince gnashed his teeth and said, "Annabelle, that bitch! We shouldn't have sent her to marry!"

"Yes! It's all that woman's fault!" The chief of the royal guards beat his chest and stamped his feet, "I should have known earlier..."

"What?" A thin woman rushed forward, "Should we all be locked up outside the city and wait for death?"

The crowd went wild.

"Look at your bellies!" Someone pointed at their bulging bellies, "You eat like pigs!"

"Where were you when my son was mauled to death by zombies?"

"We were fleeing outside the city, but you locked the palace gates tightly!"

"The crops we grow and the pigs we raise all go into your stomachs!"

The eldest prince's face turned pale: "Untouchables! I..."

Bang! A slap interrupted his words.

"You're still pretending to be a king!" an old man with wrinkles on his face roared, "We grow crops in the sun and rain, and you're going to let you waste them like this?"

"You...you guys..." The Minister of Revenue trembled.

"We what?" The old man rolled up his sleeves, revealing his calloused hands. "These are hands for farming! Where are your hands? They can only steal things!"

"Sir..." the Minister of War wanted to explain.

“Don’t call me sir!” a young man spat. “When the zombies came, it was General Zhang Chen who saved us! It was Her Royal Highness the Princess who made porridge for us! What are you doing? Stealing food in the palace!”

"I...we..."

"You are nothing!" the crowd roared, "just a bunch of termites!"

The eldest prince collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of despair. He looked at the angry people and realized for the first time how powerless he was.

Chapter 736 Master~

"Execution!"

The executioner raised his sword.

"Wait!" Zhang Chen stepped forward, "Let them take a look at this first."

The soldiers brought in several large boxes and poured out their contents with a loud crash.

The jingling of gold, silver and jewelry was dazzling.

"These," Zhang Chen said coldly, "were all found in your room."

The people gasped.

"We worked so hard to grow crops, and we get these scraps of copper and iron in exchange?"

“No wonder we go hungry every day!”

"Kill them!"

The execution began.

The eldest prince was still screaming before he died: "Untouchables! You all deserve to die!"

A flash of knife appeared and a head rolled down.

The others were so scared that they shit and pissed themselves, but it was too late.

As the sun set, the residents hugged each other and cried.

"Finally...it's finally over..." An old woman wiped her tears.

"No more going hungry..."

"No need to hide from zombies anymore..."

“The children can go to school with peace of mind...”

In tears lies hope for the future.

"Alright!" Zhang Chen's voice rang out, "Now that you've cried enough, get to work! The city wall won't grow on its own!"

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong arms, picked up a huge stone and placed it on the base of the city wall.

"Chief," a superpower said with a smile, "You are so precious, just let us do it."

"Bullshit!" Zhang Chen wiped his sweat, "Although I like beautiful women and love money, I still have work to do!"

The residents laughed. This greedy and lustful man really had some real skills.

"Come!" Zhang Chen called out, "Young and strong people move the stones, and the elderly and children carry the cement!"

The crowd got busy.

"General Zhang Chen," an old man said with a smile, "I heard that you have taken in two more beauties?"

"Hehe," Zhang Chen scratched his head embarrassedly, "Who doesn't like a pretty girl?"

"That's right," the old man joked, "If you weren't greedy for money and lustful, we wouldn't be at ease!"

"How do you say this?"

"If you are too serious," the old man winked, "you will be like those pretentious officials in the past."

Zhang Chen laughed loudly: "The old man is right! Come, move this stone over!"

He led by example and made everyone work enthusiastically.

Although their clothes were soaked with sweat, no one complained, because they knew that this wall protected their homes.

"The chief is such a down-to-earth person," someone exclaimed, "and he is very clear about his work."

"That's right," the person next to him echoed, "Although he is lustful, he never forces himself on a decent woman."

"You may be greedy for money, but when the food was distributed, not a single bowl was missing."

“It’s this kind of person that makes people feel at ease!”

Zhang Chen listened to the discussions behind him and raised the corners of his mouth.

He knew that his shortcomings had become his strengths, because these shortcomings made him more down-to-earth and more understanding of the people.

"Hey!" he shouted at the dazed young man, "Don't be lazy! If this wall collapses, your wife will run away with someone else!"

The crowd roared with laughter.

As the sun sets, the new city wall gradually rises amidst laughter and joy. This wall is not only a defensive fortification, but also the beginning of a new life.

And Zhang Chen, this greedy and lustful but reliable man, is leading everyone to live a stable and prosperous life.

The early morning sun shone on the street. Zhao Kuangmo straightened his back and strode on his patrol route.

His armor was polished to a shine, and the long sword at his waist gleamed coldly. His once ferocious face now had a calm look.

"Good morning, Captain Zhao!" a passing vendor greeted warmly.

"Brother Zhao," a group of children gathered around him, "Are we going to kill zombies again today?"

Zhao Kuangmo patted their heads and said, "Yes, it is my responsibility to protect you."

"Captain Zhao," an old woman tremblingly handed over a bundle, "These are the buns I steamed. Take them with you on the road."

"This..." Zhao Kuangmo was a little embarrassed, "Auntie, no need..."

"Take it," the old woman smiled kindly, "If you didn't clean up the zombies every day, how would we dare to come out to do business?"

"Yes, yes!" the vendors echoed.

"Captain Zhao, this is the bacon that my family dried!"

“This is the pickle I made!”

"Take my water bottle!"

Looking at the food everyone handed over, Zhao Kuangmo felt a lump in his throat.

I remember when he first came, he was still a bloodthirsty madman, thinking about killing all day long. But now...

"Brother Zhao!" A little girl pulled his hand, "You have to come back early, my mother said she made soup for you in the evening!"

"Okay," he squatted down, "wait for me to come back."

When he turned around, Zhao Kuangmo saw his own reflection in the mirror on the corner of the street.

The murderous madman disappeared, replaced by a respected guardian.

"So," he murmured to himself, "this is the meaning of life."

Not to kill, but to protect.

It's not for venting, but for responsibility.

"Captain!" A subordinate reported, "Some zombies were found outside the city!"

"Let's go!" Zhao Kuangmo drew out his long sword, "Protect everyone's home!"

In the sunlight, his figure stood tall as a pine tree.

The residents stood on the city wall and watched them leave.

"Captain Zhao has changed a lot." someone sighed.

"Yes," the person next to him nodded, "The crazy guy before is now very reliable."

"I heard he also took in a few orphans."

"Yes, I teach them martial arts every day."

"What a good man!"

In the distance, Zhao Kuangmo led the team and disappeared on the horizon.

He finally understood that a truly strong person does not prove himself through killing, but wins respect through responsibility and commitment.

This is the life he wants.

As the sun sets, a graceful figure slowly walks towards the camp gate.

Sophie's emerald eyes were like the purest gems, her pointed elf ears trembled slightly, and her long silver hair was flowing, with tiny starlight dotted on the ends.

She was wearing a long lavender gauze dress, the hem of which fluttered in the wind, revealing her skin as white as snow. A silver ribbon tied around her waist made her figure even more slender.

"Master~" Her voice was like the sound of nature.

Zhang Chen was discussing matters with his subordinates. When he heard the call, he immediately dropped the documents and rushed out.

"My little darling!" He opened his arms and hugged Sophie.

Sophie buried her whole body in his chest and laughed like a silver bell: "Master, have you missed me recently?"

"I missed you so much!" Zhang Chen lowered his head and bit her ear, "You little goblin, you've been in the elves for so long."

"I'm here to take care of my clan's affairs," Sophie said coquettishly, rubbing his chest. "The Federation has become a camp. I don't know if the master is doing well."

"Home is where you are," Zhang Chen's big hands wandered around her waist dishonestly, "my little elf."

"Hate it~" Sophie blushed and hit him, "There are so many people watching."