Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 520 Death Realm

(Hint: During the time you are offline, your zombie clone has completed the sealing of the wooden cup*1,856,292. Through the occult ritual, you have obtained 1,834.292 sealing skill points…)

(Hint: Your basic sealing technique experience points have reached the current upper limit.]

Returning to the game, Fang Heng quickly glanced at the game hint.

Since sealing living things didn’t increase his experience points for sealing technique, Fang Heng continued to switch to sealing wooden cups with his zombie clones.

After all, it was all to farm talent points, so sealing wooden cups was simpler and more efficient.

But now..

He stopped farming sealing techniques and switched to necromancy instead.

Fang Heng thought as he rushed to the underground hall. At the same time, he opened the game log and flipped to the occult ritual skill to check its attribute.

Other than the previous few special abilities that had not changed, the occult ritual unlocked another special ability.

Skill-occult ritual (binding soul seal).

Tier: Tier 1.

Special ability (death realm): You will not be affected by the distortion of the death realm. In the death realm, you will receive an additional 10% increase in all attributes. Your necromancy talent will receive an extremely weak increase through training.

As expected!

The newly acquired skill allowed the necromancy talent to increase as well! There was also the death realm.

Did it refer to the world of the dead?

Fang Heng was suspicious as he took out the Book of the Dead from his warp backpack.

The Book of the Dead contained a soul that he had painstakingly sealed previously. According to the previous plan, in theory, he could rely on the soul cycle to seal, release, seal and release to gain experience points and talent abilities!

Who cares, let’s try it out first!

Fang Heng opened the Book of the Dead.

Injecting mental strength, the soul that had been sucked into the Book of the Dead was released.

After the previous struggle, the body of the soul became dimmer, as if it could disappear at any time.

Fang Heng threw the Book of the Dead behind him.

A zombie clone extended a vine from its body, tightly binding the Book of the Dead that fell from the sky.

Fang Heng continued to order the zombie clone to use the Book of the Dead to seal its soul.

The vine zombie directly opened the Book of the Dead.

It released a weak attractiveness from the Book of the Dead.

It worked!

Fang Heng’s heart relaxed.

Since the Book of the Dead was bound to his own body, he was most worried that the zombie clone would not be able to use it.

Now, it seemed that apart from being a ‘summoned creature’, the zombie clone also had the ‘clone’ attribute. It could also inherit and use the Book of the Dead.

Fang Heng raised his head to look again.

The soul wandering in the air had no interest in the Book of the Dead at all. It kept floating in the air until it sank into the wall.

In just a few seconds, the soul completely disappeared.

What?

Fang Heng stood where he was and was stunned.

“It ran away just like that?”

Fang Heng instantly reacted.

The souls of the dead didn’t have a physical body, so theoretically, it was easy for them to pass through the wall.

The souls did not leave the wailing room. It was very likely that they had gone through special treatment in that space.

There must be something wrong with the black brick wall in the room!

“D*mn! I’ve been working for more than an hour for nothing!”

Fang Heng felt angry.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Fang Heng activated the magic array and closed his eyes again.

A magic array appeared under his feet.

He left the game and returned to the real world.

As the warp backpack slot had entered its cooldown, the Book of the Dead in Fang Heng’s hand was also forced to stay in the game world.

After thinking for a while, Fang Heng turned around and walked out of the wailing room.

An attendant stood at the door of the room, holding a candlestick in his hand.

“Mr. Fang Heng, have you finished using the wailing room this time?”.

Fang Heng did not answer, but only asked, “The wailing room is specially made, so it can prevent souls from escaping through the wall, right?”

“Yes, that is a special material that the Necromancer Association spent a long time developing. By painting it on the wall, it can lock souls within the wailing room, but only for weaker souls.”

The attendant explained calmly.

“Are these materials very expensive?”

“In terms of price, they’re not precious, but making the paint requires a long production process and takes a lot of time. Other than the paint that can prevent the soul from escaping, there’s also a special magic array inside the wailing room that can maintain the soul’s survival for as long as possible.”

“Not turning on the lights is also to allow the soul to adapt more and avoid being

provoked.”

Fang Heng muttered, “Why don’t we build the room smaller? This way, we can save materials and increase the chances of using the Book of the Dead to try our luck.”

“The more crowded the souls in the unit space, the easier it is for problems to appear. The narrow and isolated environment will accelerate their deaths. Secondly, the situation of the souls fighting with each other will become more frequent. The design of the wailing room is to ensure the soul’s survival for a long time.”

“Thank you, I understand.”

After some discussion, Fang Heng finally understood.

Theoretically speaking, it was possible to create a simplified version of the wailing room in the game and then let the zombie clones slowly gain experience.

As for the magic array to maintain the soul’s activity, it was not necessary.

It was too troublesome.

If he caught a batch of souls and threw them in, he estimated that the zombie clones would probably die after a few hundred or thousands of cycles. There was no need for that.

The problem now was the paint.

After thinking carefully, Fang Heng raised his head and asked, “Do you have any extra paint? Can you provide me some?”

“The paint will lose its effectiveness after a period of time, so we have a lot of spare paint. If you need some, we can provide some for

you.”

“Thank you. What about the Book of the Dead? Can you lend me some more?”

“Hmm?” This was the first time the attendant had heard such a strange request. His face was blank. “What did you say, Mr. Fang Heng?”

“Can you lend me a few more Books of the Dead?”

“I’m sorry, but Book of the Dead cannot be borrowed.”

Under the attendant’s guidance, Fang Heng arrived at the registration area of the hall of the dead.

“Esteemed member, here are the 100 Books of the Dead that you need. Please keep them well.”

Under the strange gaze of the cashier, Fang Heng spent 3,000 King of Gods’ points to purchase 100 Books of the Dead.

The good news was that the Books of the Dead could be stacked together and placed in a slot in his backpack.

Theoretically, he only needed to travel five times and spend 10 hours equipping 100 zombie clones.

At this point, the 7,800 King of Gods’ points that he had obtained from completing the main storyline mission of District 8 had already reached 70-80%.

Fang Heng sighed silently in his heart.

Poor!

This wave had to end as soon as possible to complete the ending mission for District 7 and recuperate his losses.