[Length of imprisonment: -10 years]

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"Hehe...hehe..."

"Hehe..."

"Ahhhhhh!!! Help!!!"

"Heh...heh heh..."

The zombies made muffled groans, accompanied by the desperate screams of humans being overwhelmed. The streets quickly collapsed, and an inexplicable sense of terror filled the air. The eerie scene lasted for three whole hours.

Even after the horde of zombies left, the air was still filled with the stench of rotting corpses, making it impossible to stay.

Three months into the apocalypse.

Chaos ensued, water and electricity systems collapsed, cities gradually fell, streets were devastated, and countless corpses, devoured beyond repair, littered the roads and streets.

【Host】

[Where are you, host?]

【Host?】

【Nan Yu!】

【Host!】

Since arriving in this world, the system has been severely interfered with by the Earth's magnetic field, making it unable to determine the host's exact location. After searching for a long time without success, it was swept into a supermarket by the crowd.

It blew a breath of air and floated in mid-air.

In the vegetable section, near the corn display case, a slumped figure caught its eye. It wanted to go over and see if it was the host, but as a large group of people rushed in, the figure seemed to be startled.

He scrambled to his feet, thinking the man would run away.

As a result, he immediately tried to grab some corn, but even holding onto the tassels, he could only grab a dozen or so ears. There were still many more that he wanted to eat, and they were all his!

Amidst the scramble and looting.

He hurriedly jumped up and used his body to press down on the corn.

The apocalypse is a severe test of humanity. People who have been starving for a long time are no different from wolves. Not only did the little creature fail to hold on, but the few ears of corn it was holding were also snatched away by the people.

The little, dirty hand twitched twice in the air, but failed to snatch it back.

In his haste, he jumped down, grabbed a big man's corn and tried to snatch it back. The golden tortoise never got a clear look at his face; it was so dirty, and his hair was long and tangled. It couldn't sense Nan Yu.

It's uncertain whether that little dirty person is the host.

The next second, the little rascal got hit.

I couldn't even get a piece of corn, and the one in my mouth was pulled out.

A group of people searching for supplies acted like robbers.

After looting, they ran away.

Soon only a dirty little figure remained, staring at the corn display that had been looted, tears streaming down her face as if they were free.

Jin Wangba sighed, "Survival of the fittest, this idiot."

The turtle shook its head, preparing to find its host, when suddenly a suction force pulled it to the side of the little dirty shadow, as if it had been connected to a wire and sensed the presence of Nan Yu.

Receiving information from the host world is making me dizzy.

Not a superhuman.

He is not an ordinary person.

It was a damn zombie.

If their brains are removed, the mission will fail immediately.

A zombie king would also work.

According to information analysis, he is just an ordinary zombie with slow movement, low intelligence, and good resilience. He would be finished if he encountered a superhuman.

【Host?】

[Southern Jade?]

No wonder he doesn't respond when called; his mother must be mentally challenged.

(??-??)

The hair covered its eyes. The golden tortoise flew to its side, trying to use its claws to push the little zombie's hair aside. Before it could even use its claws, with a "thud," its flying body, like a deflated balloon, fell to the ground with a thud, rolling several times.

【？？？？】

The turtle, shell down, struggled to turn itself over.

I was initially very angry, but the thought of my host turning into an idiot calmed me down.

A magnanimous person doesn't argue with a fool.

The little zombie is still crying, corn.

The system couldn't stand it anymore and said, "If this supermarket isn't available, try another one. Let me search the map for you."

This world mission is a bit difficult.

You are a zombie with only missions.

[Did you hear that, Jade...?] A sudden inspiration struck: [Corn?]

Upon hearing the word "corn," the little zombie indeed looked up, its tear-filled eyes blinking as it met the system's gaze. The system finally saw its eyes clearly: light gray pupils. Thankfully, they weren't the typical eyes of a zombie.

As long as you don't steal anything when you go out, you shouldn't get beaten up.

【corn】

Jin Wangba shouted again, trying to attract attention, and was about to continue speaking when he saw the little zombie with its mouth open.

"...You want to eat? I don't have any right now... Hey hey hey!! Don't go, let me finish explaining the mission first."

The little zombie's brain is broken.

He couldn't understand what the system was saying.

He could only hear corn, nothing else.

Since there's nothing there, and the supermarket's stock has been robbed, even if you're stupid, you can't just stand here crying forever.

Moving slowly, I came across a group of zombies. I blended in, swaying left and right like a silly little goose, wandering aimlessly.

The system can't even describe the task.

Once the little zombie enters a horde of zombies, the system's connection with it will be severed. Due to magnetic field interference, it needs to rest for three hours after hovering in the air for one hour.

Turtles are small in size.

You can't see them if they're lying on the ground.

Nan Yu was nowhere to be found.

Day and night, day and night, screaming, roaring, crying.

Falling into apocalyptic despair makes people lose their sense of time, and every day is spent thinking about survival and avoiding zombies.

The golden tortoise is no exception. It can't find a host, so although it won't be crushed, it still hurts a lot when a zombie steps on a tortoise shell.

The little zombie followed the main group, dazed and confused, to the outskirts.

Many places.

He saw his favorite corn stalks.

He pushed aside the rotting zombies crowding around him, quickened his pace, and jumped into the corn stalks like he was on a trampoline. Before he could even pick the corn, a vine wrapped around his fair ankle and yanked him away.

Although the little zombie is fragile, it has thick skin and tough flesh.

He was flung away, but only felt a little pain. He got up and continued running towards the cornfield. Just as he got close, vines wrapped around his waist. The little zombie tried to reach for the corn kernels, but was flung away and ended up grabbing an ear of corn.

I'm happy.

Patting his bottom, he walked to a camphor tree, his little dirty hands slowly peeling the corn husks. As soon as he finished peeling, he was ready to dig in, opening his mouth to eat.

The vines seemed to have eyes.

It got tangled in the corn in the little zombie's hand.

Just a second before he was about to bite, he was suddenly pulled away.

The little zombie was possessive of his food, clinging tightly to it and refusing to let go. The vines dragged him forward, pulling him into the cornfield. Once the little hand let go, he went to break off other corn cobs, just like a hungry wolf entering a food paradise.

When I see something I like to eat, my IQ seems to go up.

They also know how to make choices.

The vines retreated rapidly due to inertia. They paused for a second upon realizing the little zombie's intentions, and then the vines that sprouted from it dragged the little thing away again, this time throwing it far away and building an earthen wall to prevent it from getting close.

The little zombie was still holding an ear of corn.

Peeling off the outer skin, afraid of being robbed again, this time I just ate it directly. The skin was thin and juicy, and it was sweet even when eaten raw. Even the fool's eyes cleared up a lot.

It tasted delicious, which strengthened his resolve to go and pick the corn.

Just like a little hamster, nibbling and chewing...

After finishing the corn, I held the corncob, took a couple of puffs, and smacked my lips contentedly.

Once he was sure he had finished eating, he tossed the food aside.

It smashed the turtle's shell.

The golden turtle was being hit as it crawled along, so it immediately retreated into its shell. It stayed there for about a minute before sticking its head out, as the little turtle was originally very peaceful.

But this is the end times, and life is hard for people, let alone a tortoise.