Chapter 119 World L: 2 Fortunately, the Guardians can fly, no...

Fortunately, the guardians can fly; otherwise, they would have had to fight their way through the zombie horde, which would have been even more like finding a needle in a haystack.

They flew to a certain height and followed the silk thread straight to the other end.

A thick, nauseating stench of blood and decay filled their nostrils, making them momentarily stunned, as if there was also the smell of rotting garbage mixed in with other rotten things.

During this time, zombies spotted them and tried to pull them down, but to no avail. They flew at least 5 meters high to avoid being pulled down.

Even so, they couldn't stop the enthusiastic zombie army. They pushed and shoved their companions, rushing in the opposite direction from where the zombies had flown.

They even had zombies trying to jump up, attempting to pull someone down, but they could only grab air.

Unexpectedly, these zombies have become clever, stacking themselves on top of each other and then pouncing on them as they pass by. The smell of humans is so strong that it drives them crazy.

However, the guardians were used to fighting monsters in the air, and they could avoid the zombies' enthusiasm even with their eyes closed, all heading towards the other end of the line.

Even after they had flown quite a distance, they could still hear the resentful roars of the zombies behind them.

There were indeed too many zombies, probably tens of thousands. They flew for quite a while before they could see the other end of the line getting closer and closer.

Even after reaching this end of the line, there were still quite a few zombies around it, making it very crowded and difficult to tell which one was their companion for a while.

This is a bit difficult; we can only clean up the surrounding area.

They kicked and stomped as they pleased, because the zombies became even more frenzied when they saw them slowly descending to the ground, rushing towards them like they didn't care about their lives. Everyone just closed their eyes and started kicking and stomping.

Nadia dodged the zombie that was about to bite her from behind, punched it away, and then kicked it left and right, kicking anyone that got close to her.

Wait, why is there a string on the head of that guy who kicked it out?

Oh dear, they accidentally kicked out Kyrie Irving, whom they'd been looking for all along.

Before Owen could fall back into the horde of zombies, Nadia grabbed him from behind, holding him by his clothes, while also being careful that he might attack her: "Found him, let's get out of here!"

The group quickly crossed the zombie horde, stopping only after they had traveled quite a distance. Owen struggled a bit, using both hands and feet. Nadia patted him a few times, hitting him every time he moved, without pulling back her grip. After several pats, he finally calmed down and let Nadia carry him away like a sack of potatoes.

Seeing that everyone else had landed, Nadia released Owen when she was still half a meter from the ground, and then stood between Yaroslava and Tenas.

Nadia... doesn't really like zombies.

When Reina was little, she liked watching zombie movies. Not only did she like them, but she also liked to drag Nadia to watch them in an empty house with the lights off. Later, Reina noticed that Nadia was trembling and realized that Nadia didn't really like them.

So just now, Nadia was determined not to let them get close to her, and kept kicking the zombies.

"Irving?" Turner called out tentatively.

Owen, caught off guard and falling flat on his backside, looked up at them with his face, which was clearly that of a zombie, only less green than the other zombies, more of a deathly pale. His eyes also contained not only the whites but also pupils.

Compared to the other zombies, he was in much better condition. Although his clothes were tattered and he was filthy, there was no sign of decay. His expression was not as rigid as the other zombies, but rather full of resentment.

He nimbly scrambled to his feet with a speed no zombie could possibly possess, feeling a throbbing pain in his buttocks, and his eyes grew even more resentful.

"Lady, could you at least look before you kick someone next time?" His resentment was so intense it was almost tangible, and he couldn't help but complain, "I struggled to push my way through the other zombies just to get to you so you could recognize me, and I even got trampled and elbowed so many times. I thought even if I wasn't going to get a very warm welcome, I wouldn't be so enthusiastic about being kicked like that..."

Nadia looked away somewhat awkwardly, a little embarrassed.

“You’ve turned into a zombie,” Tenas said with certainty.

Seeing how agile he was, how he could speak normally, and even his pupils, Turnas initially thought he had simply used some method to make the zombies think he was a zombie. But that didn't seem right either; when Turnas saw Owen before time travel, he clearly had green eyes, but now he could only see silver eyes.

“As you can see.” Owen shrugged. “Unfortunately, I didn’t pretend to be a zombie and blend in. It was just an accident. When I came to this world, I couldn’t find anyone, only zombies. I made a mistake and got bitten, and that’s how I ended up like this.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes became wary and their bodies tensed up.

"Relax, everyone, relax~" Owen raised his hands to indicate that he wouldn't do anything and didn't have any weapons, and even stepped back a little: "Although I've become a zombie, I'm very clear-headed. I won't lose control of myself like other zombies, or be controlled by my appetite. I won't hurt you on my own."

"How can you prove you're right?" Yaroslava still looked at him warily, not so easily believing the words of someone who had become a different species: "Prove yourself!"

Turner looked at him: "Nature is hard to control, it's not that we don't want to believe you."

Nadia stared at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "Have you ever eaten human flesh?"

The others glanced at Nadia with some surprise, wondering why she would suddenly ask such a question.

However, Irving did not deny it immediately.

This made their hearts leap into their throats, and the air almost froze.

"I... I don't think I've eaten it?" Owen spoke after a long silence, his tone revealing some uncertainty: "When I first became a zombie, I wasn't as clear-headed as I am now. When I regained consciousness, I was holding an arm that I didn't know where it came from, and I had just put it in my mouth, not even started to bite it. Then I threw up, but nothing came out. I think I probably haven't eaten it."

That was the darkest time of his life.

When he first entered this world, he didn't encounter anyone. He finally met a girl, but he didn't expect that she had just been bitten by a zombie before meeting him. As a result, he was awakened from his sleep that night by a sharp pain.

The girl bit him, but she can't really be called that girl anymore; she had completely turned into a zombie by then, and she looked ferocious and wanted to eat him.

Even though he had dealt with the other person, he had still been bitten before that, and the wound had already turned black.

Irving felt his body temperature dropping lower and lower, his hands trembling uncontrollably, and his heart sank to despair.

He sat there like a statue, silent and making no sound.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting until the sky began to lighten and the sun rose in the distance, at which point he stood up.

He dug a hole.

To be honest, the soil nearby wasn't soft, and he put in a lot of effort, digging until the sun was high in the sky, before he finally dug to a depth and size that satisfied him.

Under the scorching sun, the air felt distorted. Normally, he would have been drenched in sweat and so dehydrated that his throat would have a sore throat.

But he didn't sweat a drop, and he didn't even feel the heat; his already healthy complexion just became paler.

He used whatever was available nearby, found some vines, tied himself up tightly with them, and finally fell into the pit he had dug.

Looking at the limited blue sky and white clouds in the pit, Irving was unusually lost.

He felt that fate was playing a joke on him. He had only been in this world for a few days, and apart from the girl who had been bitten by a zombie and was now turning into one, he hadn't seen anyone else.

Back then, in order not to reveal that I wasn't from this world, I managed to gather very little information. I figured I could take things slowly after that, but who would have thought that the girl was hiding something so big.

It's impossible for him not to feel resentment; he's not a saint. But he killed the girl after she turned into a zombie, so he had nowhere to vent his hatred.

He was just a little disappointed that he was about to fail in the first world, having accomplished nothing and being unable to do anything. He also didn't know if the other guardians would be able to restore their world to its original state.

Irving felt he should be the first to die; no one else had such bad luck.

Wait, is this considered dead? If he becomes a zombie, will the bead connected to his vital signs really determine that he is dead?

Owen didn't know, and it was no use thinking about it now. If he was still considered alive after turning into a zombie, could he slap the bead and say, "Just declare me dead already! So everyone won't have to come looking for me?"

He's just turning into a zombie, not going crazy.

It's such a pity that he hasn't even borrowed any power, nor has he encountered any normal humans, and he's about to become a zombie.

He doesn't want to hurt anyone; if someone passes by, he doesn't want to harm them.

That's why he started digging the pit and even tied himself up with something, all to make himself unable to move and fall into the 5-meter-deep pit. This way, even if he broke free of his restraints after becoming a zombie, he wouldn't be able to climb out and harm anyone else.

Pain spread throughout his body, starting as a slight pain and gradually intensifying until Irving trembled uncontrollably and even tossed and turned in agony. It was a torment from which he had no idea when it would end.

To distract himself, Irving kept looking at the clear blue sky, which was a bit of a shame, as even the clouds had been blown away.

The distant roars of zombies echoed, and Owen's pain only intensified, his consciousness slowly fading.

What a pity...

He was the first one to break, wasn't that a bit too lame?

If there truly is a heaven and a hell, then he will find her and ask her what kind of feelings she was having, but she didn't tell him anything, and as a result, the two of them turned into zombies.

And if there's reincarnation, I'll never be a Guardian again in my next life! I wouldn't even be a Guardian like a dog! Let whoever wants to be a Guardian controlled by the government be one!

If he could, he would want to be a cloud in his next life, able to go wherever he wants, to rain when he's unhappy, and to linger a little longer when he's happy.

Irving's eyes grew increasingly unfocused, and he slowly closed them, losing consciousness.

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Author's Note: Kyrie Irving: 凸