Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 3311: Fight It Out

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

It was a narrow escape.

Adam no longer hesitated. He put away his soul warrior spirit, ran to the second floor to complete registration, and hurriedly left the temple.

After the extreme tension, a wave of exhaustion hit him.

Adam felt that his current condition was no longer suitable to continue taking on missions or return to the academy for martial arts cultivation.

He decided to go home first.

Maybe once he was back, he could do some spirit-type cultivation that consumed less energy and rest early.

Leaving the temple, Adam hurried toward home.

Zane finally grew bolder. Attached to Adam’s body, he communicated with Fang Heng through spiritual consciousness.

"D*mn, that scared me to death. I almost got dispersed. Fang Heng, you’re really something."

Zane was still shaken.

Who could have thought that the holy light would shine so fiercely at the final moment during the reverse Descent? He had almost failed to hold on.

Fortunately, Fang Heng had acted in time to shield him from the holy ripple.

"Your methods aren’t bad either. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to attach myself to him alone."

"Hehe, just a little trick."

Zane chuckled softly.

In an unfamiliar place, he didn’t dare recklessly release his shadow power to explore. Instead, he simply observed the surroundings and said in a low voice, "Fang Heng, this place is too strange. Everywhere I go, I sense the aura of the God Clan. Everyone here has some trace of it lingering on them."

"More precisely, it’s holy power."

Fang Heng was even bolder than Zane.

After switching his power attributes to the divine form, his strength could not only conceal Zane’s Evil God power but also merge seamlessly with the aura released by Adam, making it extremely difficult to detect.

"In our world, sacred studies are a kind of power system. Theoretically, everyone can cultivate it."

Fang Heng gave a simple explanation while observing the city’s layout. "This world is similar to some I’ve seen before. They’re all people who have undergone basic cultivation in sacred studies."

"D*mn, what a downright terrible world."

Zane despised the power of the God Clan. He curled his lips and continued, "Looks like they haven’t noticed what’s happening in the Netherworld yet. What’s the next move?"

"No rush. Let’s observe a bit more. We’ve got plenty of time. First, we’ll get familiar with this world."

"Alright, I’ll follow your lead."

...

"Adam, why are you back so early today? Are you not feeling well? Are you still going to the academy tonight to cultivate?"

Adam’s family lived in the slums.

A household of six squeezed into a shabby little two-story house, the second floor less than eighty square meters.

His mother saw that Adam had returned especially early today and looked pale, so she was a little worried.

"I’m fine. Just tired today. Leave dinner at my door. I’ll go meditate first."

Adam felt unwell that day. As soon as he got home, he entered his small room, greeted his parents, locked the door, and began spiritual meditation cultivation.

Time was tight, and the tasks were heavy.

The final assessment was coming soon.

Time was too short, he almost didn’t have enough to earn enough money to recruit a new soul warrior spirit.

What should he do?

He couldn’t bring himself to explain to his parents that his heroic spirit had been consumed.

He couldn’t say it out loud.

Even if he did, what could they do? His parents had mortgaged their house and spent everything just to send him to the academy. The family could no longer come up with any money.

Perhaps because he was too anxious, Adam found it especially difficult to enter a meditative state that day.

Besides, he felt an odd sensation—as if someone was secretly watching him from the shadows.

The more anxious he was, the harder meditation cultivation became.

At this moment, Fang Heng and Zane had already detached from Adam’s body and were communicating with each other in their respective forms—Zane as the dark mist of the Evil God, Fang Heng as a soul body.

"Fang Heng, I can feel the anxiety and unease in his heart."

Zane lightly licked his lips and looked at Adam with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "This kid’s a good seedling. His soul is tough and resilient. You don’t mind if I recruit a believer, do you?"

"Oh?"

Fang Heng’s interest was piqued. He glanced at Adam curiously and asked, "Of course not, but he seems to be a believer of the God Clan. Are you sure that’s fine?"

"Hehe, the harder it is, the more fun it gets."

Zane chuckled, unconcerned, and turned back into a shadow, attaching himself to Adam once more.

Adam was still meditating when suddenly his expression changed.

A voice abruptly echoed in his consciousness.

"Adam... this world is unfair, isn’t it?"

Huh?!

Adam snapped out of his meditative state in shock.

"Who? Who’s speaking?!"

There was no response.

A chill ran down his back. He lifted his head and carefully examined his shabby little room, scanning every corner for anything suspicious.

That voice just now... was it an illusion?

Was it because of the stress lately?

Adam didn’t dare continue meditating. He decided to take a shower and go to bed early.

"That’s it?"

Fang Heng looked at Zane, who had drifted back from Adam’s body, puzzled.

"Don’t rush, Fang Heng. I may not be as good as you at fighting, but when it comes to recruiting believers, I’m quite experienced."

Zane grinned, unbothered.

"The demonic seed has been planted. We just have to wait for it to sprout."

"Alright then."

Fang Heng shrugged. In his mind, the Evil God’s old-fashioned method was rather outdated. If it were him, he would’ve just gone "ding" inside Adam’s mind and given him a mission—done deal.

"The kid’s asleep. Let’s go take a look around."

"Alright."

...

The next day.

The alarm clock woke Adam from his sleep.

He hadn’t slept well the previous night and still felt heavy and sluggish.

While he slept, Adam kept replaying that voice in his mind, thinking about what it had said.

Fairness?

Ever since he was found to have strong talent in Sealing Alchemy, his parents had placed all their hopes on him, pouring all their resources into his education—so much that his two younger brothers couldn’t even continue studying.

Ridiculous. What kind of fairness was that?

Someone like him, born at the bottom, had been struggling his whole life.

Fighting day and night!

Fighting with everything just to live better!

If he didn’t fight, he’d have no path but death.

Thinking about his family’s heavy burden, Adam forced himself out of bed again despite his exhaustion.

He had academy training in the morning.

Adam quickly got up, splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up.

When he returned to the living room, his mother had already prepared breakfast.

"You don’t look too well. Stayed up late again?"

"Yeah, went to bed a bit late."

"Don’t push yourself too hard. You need to relax sometimes."

"Mm, I know."

Adam’s two younger brothers were no longer in school. They were already helping their father transport materials outside the city as apprentices. The whole family woke up early, sitting silently around the table for breakfast.

They all knew Adam was under great pressure from his final assessment and didn’t want to add to it.

"I’m done eating."

"Brother, good luck."

"Yeah, I will."

Adam clenched his fist, patted his brother’s shoulder, and strode toward the academy.