Chapter 120 World L:3 When he regains consciousness...

When he regained consciousness, it was already evening.

He had just opened his eyes when he felt something in his mouth. Curious, he picked it up and found it was an arm; he had just put his fingers in his mouth.

A strong feeling of nausea washed over him. Irving threw his arm far away and began to dry heave uncontrollably. He vomited for a long time, even bringing up his own tears, but nothing came out except for some acidic fluid.

I want to die... What was he just doing? He actually put his arm in his mouth, was he going to eat it?

Had he eaten people before this?

He couldn't accept it. The thought of not being sure if he had eaten human flesh brought an even stronger wave of nausea, and he vomited again.

How disgusting! I feel like throwing up! Cannibalism!

Letting him eat people is worse than letting him die!!!

Ahhh, he's going crazy! He can't control himself at all, he still feels like throwing up, he even feels disgusted with himself. In this state, he really might as well be dead!

So why is he here? Putting aside the fact that he was tied up before, he didn't expect that this would completely stop him after he turned into a zombie. How did he even get out of the 5-meter-deep pit?

He's not the kind of guardian who can fly! He usually needs some auxiliary flying vehicles for battle. Back then, when he was digging the pit, it was already difficult to get out of the 5-meter-deep pit, and that was only because he had left tools to help him get up.

He no longer had the mental capacity to think about how he got out. Owen kept vomiting, unable to control himself as he thought about what he had just done. The intense nausea made his stomach spasm. He just knelt on the ground, clutching his stomach, dry heaving and crying like a madman.

"Ugh... Ugh, so disgusting..." After gagging for what felt like forever, the urge to vomit everything slowly subsided. Irving was still crying, occasionally gagging a few times.

As the intense nausea gradually subsided, his tears slowly dried up.

Finally, looking at his arm that he had thrown several meters away, he felt nauseous again, and in despair, he grabbed his already messy hair, truly wanting to die.

In the past, when he was forced to work and exploited by the government, he often felt a faint sense of death, but never before had he wanted to die so much.

He... he shouldn't have eaten human flesh before, right? He can't vomit anything up. If he did vomit up a finger or a piece of flesh, he would die right now.

Although it's unclear how much time has passed, he shouldn't have eaten human flesh yet.

Irving was sadly trying to comfort himself. Although he couldn't be sure about the possibility, he could only deceive himself like this for now. He actually still really wanted to live.

Irving hastily wiped the tears from his face, got up, and walked towards the arm.

The closer he got, the more nauseous he felt. Irving couldn't help but gag repeatedly. While gagging, he dug a hole, threw his arm in, and then angrily filled the hole.

He won't eat other zombies, and he won't allow them to either! Respect for the dead is paramount.

After filling the hole, the familiar feeling of nausea slowly disappeared. Owen found that whenever he thought about the scene just now, or even just the arm, he felt a violent urge to vomit.

He's a vegetarian now. Irving thought vaguely.

No one can influence his advocacy for vegetarianism. Long live vegetarianism! He'll fight anyone who tries to stop him from eating vegetarian food!

He wandered aimlessly, and before he knew it, he had come to the riverbank. The shimmering water reflected his dirty face.

Irving squatted down, ready to scoop water to wash his face, only to find that his fingernails were full of dirt. The dirt flowed down a bit, and after washing his hands clean, he went a little upstream to drink water and wash his face.

There were still some small fish swimming in the river, slowly swimming towards Owen. Because Owen had PTSD about meat, especially human flesh, he didn't intend to catch or eat the small fish when he saw them. He just watched the small fish swim to the side of his finger.

Irving was still watching what the little fish was going to do when it opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth that a fish shouldn't have. It was about to bite Irving's hand, so Irving quickly pulled one hand back.

Just kidding, he's a zombie now. I wonder if he has any self-healing abilities. What if he doesn't heal after being bitten?

It was then that Owen noticed that the eyes of these small fish were blood red, and each one had teeth that were different from those of other fish.

Have these fish mutated?

Owen was slightly shocked, but then he remembered that he was a zombie. If there were zombies in this world, wasn't it normal for the little fish to mutate? He didn't seem so surprised anymore.

This fish looks like it might eat people, so I'd better stay away. Even though it's a zombie now, it's still afraid of being bitten.

Irving didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do.

He felt that if he went to the guardians of this world, or even any human being, he would be lucky if they didn't kill him immediately, let alone offer him a warm welcome or lend him their power.

These are zombies! Owen was well aware of his current identity—he was someone everyone hated. Going after those humans would be suicide.

But besides that, he didn't know what else to do, and he hadn't met a single person yet. He didn't know how he got that arm in his hazy state of mind; he hoped he hadn't killed anyone.

If it's someone who has committed heinous crimes, that's one thing, but if he kills innocent people while he's not fully conscious and is driven by instinct, that's another story. He hates doing that.

Owen wasn't sure whether the other side considered him dead or alive after he turned into a zombie. In any case, he couldn't go back to his previous life after becoming a zombie, and he was even praying that the other guardians wouldn't come looking for him.

He didn't want to reunite with everyone in such a terrible identity and in such a terrible setting. He just wanted to pretend he was dead and let him eke out a living in this world like this.

Kyrie Irving eats grass when he's hungry, confirming that he's a vegetarian and feels nauseous at the thought of meat.

But he never expected that the grass in this world would mutate. Instead of pretending to be ordinary, the grass would suddenly grow sharp thorns when he got close, trying to kill him.

It looks harmless, but when you get close enough, it opens its gaping maw as if it wants to swallow Irving whole.

Or perhaps it was determined to be non-aggressive, but after eating it, one suddenly vomits blood, black blood, and gradually begins to feel unwell, only then realizing that the grassland was poisonous.

Irving, who was later poisoned, gritted his teeth and survived. Looking back, Irving admired himself for not knowing what kind of poison it was and still managing to pull through.

And so, Owen wandered around aimlessly, feeling like he was living in a primitive society, except that there were no zombies in the primitive society.

Owen thought his peaceful life would continue indefinitely until he encountered an army of zombies.

He had never encountered so many zombies before; it was a real zombie horde. Even though he tried to avoid them, he was still pushed into the army by the advancing zombie army.

Kyrie Irving was on the verge of tears.

Wherever the zombie army went, nothing grew. Owen was often so hungry that he was dizzy, but he just couldn't find anything to fill his stomach. As he followed the main force with unsteady and numb steps, a kind zombie actually came over and clumsily handed him a calf that had been gnawed on.

Irving: "..."

Zombie: "Roar—" Eat!

Irving: "Thank you, but I don't consider myself a zombie. I don't have the same sense of honor as zombies. If you make way for me, I'll be very grateful."

The zombie scratched its head, completely unable to understand what Owen was saying, and simply put its leg to Owen's mouth, preparing to force it in.

Judging from the half of her face that was still relatively intact, the somewhat weathered face of this zombie woman was quite old. She might even have had a child before she became a zombie—so she didn't treat him like her child, did she?

Owen grabbed her hand, suppressing the rising nausea, and stuffed his calf back into the zombie's mouth.

He no longer insisted on burying the human limbs; he couldn't even throw them away. Other zombies would pick them up and eat them. In any case, the human flesh inside would be eaten anyway.

The zombie chewed for a bit and then turned back. Although it was still a bit strange, it continued on its way diligently.

Owen breathed a sigh of relief. If he really stuffed it in his mouth, he would vomit into all the nearby zombies, he believed.

But there was no way to keep going like this. Looking at the dazed and stupid zombies, Owen had a cruel idea.

When he killed the zombies before, he found something like a gem in the zombie's brain. He had heard about the zombie's setting, which said that some zombies could improve their abilities by absorbing essence cores, and even superhumans could use them.

Looking at the endless zombie buffet, Owen started eating.

However, he didn't expect that one crystal core would be enough to supply him with power for a long time. He didn't feel hungry for a long time afterward, but that didn't stop him from digging it out and absorbing it by hand.

Before setting off on their journey, each of the Starfall City guardians was given an object with storage space, in which they could put some hard currency for emergencies. However, he did not put any food in it, only some canned meat.

He doesn't eat meat anymore! So it's even taking up a bit of space here, but he still didn't throw it away. What if he runs into someone else? He can give it to them.

He filled his space with the crystal cores of many zombies around him, making him feel like he wouldn't go hungry for decades.

He didn't know how much time had passed, and he had already gotten used to living with other zombies when one day he looked up and saw a line in the sky, one end of which was connected to him.

He panicked at first, thinking it was an attack from the world's guardian or some kind of superhuman. But after looking around, he realized that the line was only above his head, and wondered if it was just for no reason.

There's only one possibility left... His guardian companions from his world... have come looking for him.

For a moment, he wanted to be an ostrich; he wanted to run away, to hide, not wanting the guardians of the same world to see him as he was now. He even despised his current appearance.

He was afraid of the shocked and fearful looks in the eyes of the other guardians, afraid of the wariness in their eyes, afraid that they, who should have been his companions, would stand on the opposite side.

Seeing him in the horde of zombies, you can probably guess what's going on, right? He's already a zombie, no need to save him, let's all move on to the next world.

But he didn't expect that the endless line was slowly approaching him—the guardians were coming to find him.

Owen didn't know what they were thinking. In a horde of zombies, with such a huge number of them, no human could last long before being devoured by all the zombies. So, without a doubt, he had become a zombie.

Why did they still come? Irving really understands.

Why go through all this trouble when it's so obvious? If they truly have a simple heart that wants to find him, then what about him, who is too timid to face everyone?

They slowly approached the ground, and even landed, fighting and calling his name. Owen stood at a distance, watching them surrounded by zombies, lost in thought.

"Irving—" they shouted, "Where are you? Irving—"

They shouted for a while, and more and more zombies surged towards them, obstructing their view and preventing them from seeing Owen.

"Irving—"

...It's so annoying.

"Irving!"

So annoying.

"Where are you, Owen—"

Irving gritted his teeth and joined the horde of zombies surging toward them.

"Irving—"

"He's here." Irving wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word and could only silently squeeze towards them.

He was hit by zombies kicked at him 13 times, elbowed 37 times, and had his feet stomped on 51 times before he finally managed to squeeze to the side of the Dreamweaver Guardian.

"I'm here.

A powerful kick to the chest abruptly silenced him, and as was customary, he was even sent flying into the air, rapidly plummeting downwards.

Because of the force, Irving coughed up a mouthful of blood when he flew out. This was the first time he had seen his own blood since he survived the poisoning. His blood was blue!

Although he didn't want to know.

That woman is truly powerful! Owen thought absently as he plummeted through the air. Come to think of it, he seemed to remember her name; it was Nadia, and she was very close to the leader of their country's Guardian Alliance.

Good news, he didn't fall back into the zombie horde!

The bad news is, the woman grabbed him.

Irving's clothes were of pretty good quality; even with his weight, they didn't seem to tear. The only uncomfortable thing was that when the lady was holding up his clothes, the collar would choke him.

He struggled slightly, trying to let Nadia know that this position was wrong and that he was in great discomfort.

But to his surprise, Nadia slapped him every time he moved, with much less force than before, but still quite strong. After several slaps, Owen calmed down, accepting the discomfort.

Fortunately, they weren't human anymore, so zombies don't suffocate. Otherwise, the scandal of a guardian being strangled to death because a companion didn't handle the situation properly would have been a source of a lot of amusement and discussion.

After finally putting it down, Irving felt a sense of relief, as if he were still alive.

Damn it, the torture is finally over. I guess I shouldn't tell her.

"Irving?" Irving heard someone call his name. He touched his neck and mentally prepared himself before looking up.

Now that he has chosen to move towards them, he will not run away! Let the storm rage on!

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Author's Note: Owen's role is roughly that of a zombie king, which is why he can remain conscious, though he doesn't yet have the ability to control other zombies. Also, he didn't actually eat human flesh; thankfully, he woke up in time.

Nadia didn't mean it.