I told you to plant peas, and you summon Mordekaiser?

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The cold wind howled and swirled around the mountaintop, so biting it seemed capable of tearing flesh apart.

Below the high mountains lay an endless horde of corpses.

From a distance, the zombie army looked like it was wriggling in the woods, its densely packed figures forming a vast expanse, like a surging tide.

High on the mountain, the Clown King Zombie stood atop a giant rock, looking down at the scene below.

He was dressed in a spotted shirt, the colors of which were both bizarre and comical. He was holding a black box in his arms and occasionally letting out a low laugh.

The Clown King Zombie's gaze did not linger on the horde of zombies, but instead stared into the distance.

That restricted basin nestled among the mountains.

The cradle that breeds countless terrifying plants.

"what--"

The box in his hand suddenly let out a strange cry, a sharp and piercing sound, like a broken bellows being squeezed.

Immediately afterwards, with a "bang," the box lid suddenly popped open.

A clown's head popped out of it, its spinning hat creaking and rattling like a rusty mechanism.

"Hahahaha! What, you've remembered again? You should have died here!"

The clown's head twisted and turned, mocking the Clown King Zombie in an exaggerated and hoarse voice, its eyes bulging as if they were about to fall off its head.

"Shut up!"

He slammed the box shut with a jarring sound.

"Oh dear, are you in a hurry? You're so pitiful."

The muffled grumbling continued to emanate from the box, showing no sign of backing down.

"Shut up! Say one more word and I'll tear you apart!"

The Clown King Zombie's voice was filled with anger.

"Oh dear, come quick! Someone's dying of worry! Hahaha!"

The clown head went even crazier, twisting its head wildly left and right inside the box.

The dull thud of the iron head striking the box wall rang out.

The Clown King Zombie was enraged and swung its arm violently, slamming the box heavily onto the ground.

The box bounced up with tremendous force, and Clown King reached out and caught it steadily.

"You! Try yelling again and see what happens!"

He gritted his teeth, his fingers gripping the box so tightly it made a clicking sound.

The clown head popped out again, unfazed, its voice mocking: "Oh dear, your hand is pretty steady... If only you had been this steady in front of that Squash King back then..."

A strange, gurgling sound rang out, like thousands of insects gnawing inside the wood.

The Clown King Zombie's expression changed, and he also started laughing loudly, his laughter even more ear-piercing than that of the Clown Head.

The man and his box were laughing loudly on the mountaintop, their voices echoing through the empty valley, a bizarre and eerie sound.

A cold wind swept by.

The Clown King's laughter turned eerie, as if a demon lurked within it.

He wasn't born this way.

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On his first day as a zombie, he gained consciousness.

The cold, lifeless world made it hard for him to breathe.

But more than the inexplicable hunger, what shocked him was that he remembered who he was.

He was a human from another world, someone who once struggled and fought in the garden, trying to survive.

However, he was just an ordinary player without any talent.

He was overwhelmed by the horde of zombies and became one of them.

Having consciousness may not be a good thing.

In the putrid, dark horde of corpses, his mind was on the verge of collapse every day.

The crowd of mindless zombies around him made him feel nauseous all the time.

The only thing that sustained him was a deep-seated belief.

He wanted to see his wife one more time.

—That girl with the warm smile.

If they hadn't inexplicably come into this world, they should have stayed together forever, growing old together.

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A year of cold winds blow.

That day, he stood on the edge of the battlefield, coldly watching the brutal slaughter between the zombie horde and humans.

Although humans and zombies are bound by the 'Garden Protocol' and have not gone to war, occasional minor skirmishes at the border are common.

He relied on his innate intelligence to become the captain of this zombie army.

A year of living as a zombie had left him somewhat numb.

Gazing at the human defense line in the distance, he sighed inwardly.

"Are they new here? They're too weak... They can't hold on... Wait!"

His gaze locked onto the direction of the humans.

The sudden sense of familiarity broke him out of the mechanical waiting.

That's her!

In the crowd, the figure was wearing a military uniform and had a simple ponytail, as if nothing had changed.

At that moment, he wanted to stop it.

But the horde of zombies had already engulfed that land, and it had also swallowed her.

After the battle ended, the horde of zombies subsided.

He desperately searched for that familiar face among tens of thousands of new zombies.

Finally, he found it.

Her eyes were empty and lifeless, her skin was pale and bluish, and she was almost indistinguishable from other zombies.

But he knew that it was her.

He couldn't feel whether he could still cry; perhaps even tears no longer belonged to him.

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From that day on, he resigned from his position as army captain.

He stayed by her side every day, even though she had no memory of him and ignored him.

But whenever he tried to take her cold hand, she would pause for a moment, as if some subconscious emotional remnant still remained.

"I will make you remember everything."

He spoke to her in a hoarse voice, like rust scraping against stone.

He began searching for answers on how to help her regain her memories.

Finally, he learned of a possibility—if she could advance to a high-level zombie, there was a certain probability that she would regain her memories from her past life.

He spared no expense to achieve this goal.

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At that time, this basin had not yet been designated as a restricted area.

He led her deep into the basin, constantly feeding her the pure energy of these plants.

Seeing a bright light flicker in her eyes, he became even more excited and continued forward.

Hope is at hand.

It wasn't until he encountered the seventh-tier Squash King that he realized his recklessness.

He nearly lost his life in that battle.

Even at the sixth level, he couldn't defeat the Squash King despite using all his skills.

He fell to the ground, unable to move.

She stood to the side, staring blankly.

Her zombie instincts drove her away from danger, but just as the Squash King was about to pounce on her, she moved.

She successfully attracted the attention of the Squash King, leading it to another direction in the basin.

He could only watch helplessly as her figure disappeared into the depths of the jungle, without even the strength to call out.

From that day on, he truly lost her.

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He became stronger and crazier.

He changed himself into a ridiculous outfit.

He is known as the Clown King Zombie, a powerful being of the eighth rank.

But no one knows.

Beneath the absurd smile lies an inextinguishable flame of revenge.

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