Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

When Fang Jingjing woke up again, the world seemed completely different.

She stared blankly at the broken walls around her, lowered her head blankly, and saw the corpse beneath her. She jumped up in fear, took a few steps back, and began to retching uncontrollably.

The surroundings were full of corpses and scattered zombies wandering around.

This made her raise her head blankly, and untimely remember a long time ago, on a sunny afternoon, she and her close friends went to watch an apocalyptic movie.

But the scene in front of me was even worse than that.

If she took a deliberate breath, she could smell the pervasive rancid smell.

The blood rained down sparsely, feeling nothing when it fell on the skin, but dyed the clothes on his body a bright red.

She stood up unsteadily and saw the girl sitting on the pile of corpses.

She was wearing a bright red lolita dress, and the bright red shawl made her skin colorless, like a vampire, giving her a bleak beauty.

"Mengmeng." She murmured.

Jian Huaimeng tilted his head slightly towards this side. The moment he saw her, a faint smile appeared on his face, "Sister Jingjing."

She held a rabbit doll that was stained red and white by the red rain tightly in her arms. She might be sitting at a high place and could see far away.

"Our world ended up like this." She slowly tightened her arms and buried her face in the rabbit doll.

"There are no more humans left to survive. How can zombies survive when they feed on humans?"

The base had long since fallen, and the large screen that once still displayed the time was flashing and flashing, showing that the battery was exhausted. When it finally went out, Fang Jingjing took a look and saw that it was exactly seven months since the doomsday broke out.

The old laws have come to an end, and there are no more traces of human life in the world.

But what qualifications does she have to say that? She is also a beneficiary of the new law.

The zombies around him woke up one after another.

Another bloody massacre.

After the red rain. Most have awakened to consciousness.

In order to upgrade, they slaughtered other low-level zombies. Another two years passed in a hurry, and a group of zombies that looked most like humans actually appeared.

Because they have body temperature.

Fang Jingjing touched her warm hand and expressionlessly killed another zombie that approached without eyes.

Wen Zhun picked up the crystal core on the ground, threw it in his hand, and fed it to the mutated dog.

It will be difficult for the world's technology to recover within a hundred years. Just like the creation of Pangu, at the beginning of chaos, they were all groping for the rules of survival in the most primitive world.

Until one day, the sky was once again shrouded in darkness.

The dark clouds seemed to be gently pushed away by a hand, and a man with a glowing body and an unclear face walked from the sky.

He looked down at this world and finally let out a chuckle.

It was like an episode, and nothing happened except that it made some people hope that the so-called gods would come to save them.

Ten years later, this dilapidated world welcomed a group of humans.

There are only ten people, and they call themselves "players" and refer to them as "NPCs".

This group of players complained one by one, "Why is this an apocalyptic mission? Isn't it too painful?"

That group of players will disappear after completing their mission, and the next group of players will arrive shortly after.

Every player who comes complains about the environment here, but they are just passers-by. They may be buried here, or they may pass by in a hurry.

Only the "new humans" who gradually become numb watch the cycle of players again and again, and then silently stay in their positions, racking their brains for their own survival.