Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
As shocking as it had been to see Dave's corpse in the middle of the living room, spilling his brains out everywhere, more shocking still was the fact that the cartoonish zombies from the game now looked like realistic horrors.
Bai Zhi had just managed to plant his second Sunflower when the silhouettes of the zombies began appearing out of the fog from across the street.
Ones that had an eyeball dangling from their eye socket, ones that had lost half their skull and dribbled maggots everywhere as they lurched forward... They looked much more gruesome than the body in the house—more importantly, they could move.
Thank goodness Mustachio and Nine-Tailed Fox had expelled everything that they could from their guts, or the sight of the ghouls slowly shuffling toward them would make it hard to stand their ground, let alone deploy their plant-based defenses.
In Late Night Kitty's case, she had obediently kept the pair of glasses on, fully aware of her own weaknesses in this regard.
As he planted the Starfruit on the front lawn as instructed, Mustachio clutched one hand on his protesting stomach and shot Bai Zhi a glance.
Did that guy make a big deal of it in the living room on purpose because... he expected something like this?
If he hadn't gotten it out of his system in the living room thanks to Bai Zhi's nauseating comments, the urge to throw up would have hit him upon seeing the slowly advancing mob of walking dead and he would have run off to some other corner to puke.
"Go on, get to the pool. Let me know if any zombies start showing up." Bai Zhi waved a hand dismissively, blissfully unaware of Mustachio's thoughts.
The first wave was not a difficult one, being something that all Players were expected to survive, as long as they picked sensible, reliable plants as their starters.
But Bai Zhi's objective was not just to survive the first wave. If not for the fact that the Game was only available for three hours, he would have aimed to Extract the whole thing on his own.
The measure of Extraction was how many plants a P
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