Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Hua Weixing had long dismissed this matter from his mind, even forgetting to retract the mission.

The origins of the Library of Myriad World in the game were shrouded in mystery.

Apart from its existence in his mid-tier game world, he had heard of a physical store in the offline Northern Federation.

Could it be that he had came across it?

Hua Weixing couldn’t resist the temptation and left his office desk.

“Let’s take a peek at the game!” Hua Weixing thought.

Upon logging in, Hua Weixing immediately rushed back to the Library of the Myriad Worlds and promptly located the magic array diagram obtained after completing the commission.

Huh?

With just one glance, Hua Weixing couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Flawless composition!

Exquisite design!

Not a single superfluous element!

After scrutinizing the revamped alchemy magic array, Hua Weixing couldn’t help but silently exclaim, “Brilliant!”

Whose masterpiece could this be?

Without the need for field verification, Hua Weixing was almost certain that this magic array had no flaws!

He had hit the jackpot this time!

This blueprint was worth its weight in gold to him!

It would unquestionably resolve the significant issue he was facing!

Hua Weixing was eager to peruse the commission details, eager to uncover the persona of the contributor.

However, upon seeing the name, Hua Weixing was left even more bewildered.

Amanda’s husband?

No name at all?

Frowning at the commission recipient’s information, Hua Weixing’s brow furrowed.

It was a subsidiary allocation.

In the Library of the Myriad Worlds, a player’s spouse or child could obtain a temporary additional card, valid for only a hundred hours.

“That’s right!”

The laboratory still had numerous problems. Perhaps he could seek further assistance!

But concerning funds and points…

“No! I must report this to the professor immediately!” Hua Weixing thought.
Fang Heng toiled away the entire night on the alchemy magic arrays, finishing up all 40 or so commissions only by the next morning.

About 80% were easily manageable.

Another 15% posed a bit of a challenge, requiring some dedicated thinking time.

The remaining 5% were quite tough. After a 10-minute brainstorm, he found himself only having a faint idea.

Given more time, he might have cracked them, but Fang Heng felt he had come up short.

With this time, he could have completed other missions to earn points instead.

The prolonged contemplation and analysis left Fang Heng feeling a bit fuzzy-headed. He set aside the challenging problems, concluding it was time for a break and a mental shift.

Exiting from the 37th floor, Fang Heng returned to his room.

Gu Qingzhu wasn’t around, but the phantom shadow rat lay sleeping on the bed, noticeably plumper compared to the previous night.

It seemed Gu Qingzhu had taken it out for a feast last night…

But where was Gu Qingzhu?

Fang Heng shrugged, not dwelling on it, and entered the game cabin to log in.

…

Within the game, Fang Heng was bombarded with various notifications.

[Hint: Your zombie clone has finished reading the book, “Communicating with Magical Pets”.]

[Hint: The player currently lacks the necessary academic skills. The experience points gained will accumulate at a rate (current rate: 55%). Upon mastering the academic skill, the corresponding skill experience points will be immediately obtained.]

“This seems a bit complicated…” Fang Heng muttered to himself.

While reading could boost skill experience points, most academic skills couldn’t be solely obtained through reading.

Reflecting on it, Fang Heng realized his current academic skills were partly from skill books rewarded in missions, another portion from NPC teachings, and the rest mastered through the unique effect of the omniscient eyes.

Beast taming wasn’t part of the omniscient eyes’ learning scope.

“Looks like I’ll have to find another way to master that skill.” Fang Heng thought to himself.

Just then, Mo Jiawei strolled into the hall and greeted, “Fang Heng, good morning. Heard your visit to the Central Federation wasn’t smooth?”

“Yeah, word gets around,” Fang Heng replied.

Mo Jiawei had returned early in the morning after receiving Fang Heng’s message the previous day. He stepped into the hall and tapped Fang Heng’s shoulder. “How did you end up getting involved with the Demi-Human Tribe again?”

“I’m wondering that too.” Fang Heng shrugged, feeling helpless. “Should’ve taken you along if I’d known.”

“Can we skip the metaphysics?” Mo Jiawei’s expression soured at the mention of the topic. He diverted the conversation, continuing, “The Federation’s folks came to the Necromancer Association two days ago looking for you. Don’t worry, we arranged a stand-in and had the Necromancer Association cover for you. We’ve managed to hoodwink them. Even if they’re suspicious, they lack solid evidence.”

“Plus, you’ve got a few low-tier game worlds in your hands now. They won’t dare to push you,” Mo Jiawei assured.

“Yes, everything is under my control.” Fang Heng nodded.

Mo Jiawei had some inside sources within the Federation, understanding that this matter alone wasn’t a major issue. Pausing for a moment, he continued, “Nothing much else. Oh, Li Qingran asked about you several times. Seems like she’s run into something. When I inquired, she brushed it off, not wanting to delay you.”

“Yeah, noticed that.”

“And about Ji Xiaobo…”

Every time Ji Xiaobo’s name came up, Mo Jiawei felt a headache brewing. “He’s been all over, talking about the grand revival plan for necromancy. I casually told him we’re brainstorming ways to research the sacred great holy sword retrieved from the Punoze game world. I just wanted him to stay occupied…”

Mo Jiawei had no other recourse.

That sacred great holy sword was used by the Holy Court to seal a mysterious rift.

It couldn’t be activated now, and Ji Xiaobo was associated with necromancy.

He wasn’t suitable to solve this, nor was he skilled enough to research it!

Mo Jiawei had merely given Ji Xiaobo something to keep him occupied.

“It’s bizarre. Seems he might have came across something… He insisted on meeting you again, claiming he’s made a significant discovery. Fang Heng, why not visit him later?”

“Really?” Fang Heng’s curiosity was piqued.

Ever since their collaboration on the Saintess Viona incident, Ji Xiaobo had been lying low in the Zombie Apocalypse world.

Ji Xiaobo held an obsession with reviving necromancy studies.

Allowing him free rein might not be the best choice.

“Okay, got it. I’ll head over to see him right away.”