<h4>Chapter 1: I''m a Professional yer?</h4>
Early June, the weather was hot and humid, and it was drizzling outside the window.
"Buzz Buzz..."
Inside the room, the phone on the bedside table kept vibrating.
"Quiet, quiet, stop making the noise. I''ll wake up after a while."
Fang Heng, who was lying on the bed, muttered under his breath and habitually reached out to turn off the rm.
"Hmm? Where''s my rm?" he thought to himself.
In a daze, Fang Heng opened his eyes.
The small and narrow room was messy. A small wooden bed and a game cabin upied about one-third of the room. The takeout food was left on the wooden table and there were a few empty wine bottles scattered on the floor.
There was a picture hanging on the wall. A somewhat handsome young man was holding on to his trophy while being surrounded by the crowd who was cheering for him.
There was no smile on his face. Instead, there was a hint of arrogance.
Fang Heng''s body trembled. He suddenly sat up straight and woke up with a start. He was no longer sleepy at all.
What the hell! This isn''t my home!
In an instant, countless chaotic messages entered Fang Heng''s mind.
This body was called Fang Heng, just like him.
Hemitted suicidest night?
"My soul has crossed over to his body?" Fang Heng wondered.
"Buzz..."
The phone was still vibrating in his hand. Fang Heng saw the caller ID, and the words "Big Trouble" written in the remarks.
Fang Heng picked up the phone, and a crisp female voice came from the other end.
"Fang Heng! You b*stard! Where have you been? I couldn''t find you all day! Are you getting ready tomit suicide and end this once and for all?!"
Ugh...
Fang Heng was silent for a moment when he heard the question on the phone.
He could hear the anxiety in the other party''s tone.
"I''m sorry to have made you worry. What''s the matter?"
On the other end of the phone, Xia Xi was stunned.
In the past, Fang Heng would never say something like "Sorry".
"Are you okay?"
Fang Heng realized that he had said something wrong.
In his memory, the original owner of this body had a very violent temper. He was not going to apologize to anyone even if he was in the wrong.
Fang Heng imitated the impatient tone of the original owner of this body.
"Is there anything else? If not, I''ll go back to sleep."
"Wait, a friend of mine opened a new online gamingpany and is recruiting professional yers. Herpany is very big and the benefits are very good." Xia Xi bit her lips lightly, "I didn''t manage to contact you yesterday, so I sent your resume over first. The interview time is set for tomorrow afternoon."
Gamingpany?
For a moment, images quickly shed past Fang Heng''s eyes.
His gaze once again fell on the photo on the wall.
The original owner of this body was once a professional yer from a certain gaming club. At his peak, he had represented his country in the world championships and had achieved good results in internationalpetitions.
However, the original owner had a bad temper and often got into fights with his teammates.
Later, to please his girlfriend, he was instigated by his girlfriend to ept money to help others fix matches.
Soon, the club''s results suffered a sudden decline and the fighting incidents were exposed on the inte. His involvement in match-fixing was also found out by the management and he got kicked out of the club.
If Xia Xi hadn''t gone around to help him plead for leniency, he might have even been arrested and sent to prison for his criminal actions.
"The interview is set. Anyway, you better tidy up yourself. I''ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon."
Xia Xi hung up after saying that, not giving Fang Heng the chance to refuse.
Fang Heng held his phone in a daze, listening to the busy tone after the call was hung up.
"No wonder, I''m a professional yer."
Fang Heng''s gaze shifted to the simtion game cabin in the room and tried to recollect the memories of this body.
The world after he had crossed over was very simr to the parallel world where Fang Heng originally lived, except for one special thing.
The King of Gods'' game!
This national game was not just empty words in this world.
All humans would be forcefully dragged into the King of Gods'' space to be yers when they reached adulthood.
In the early stages, yers would have to choose one of the three dangerous apocalypse survival games to join, and they would be forced to stay in the game for at least 30 days every year.
In addition, every yer would awaken a talent skill after entering the game.
The previous owner of this body was extremely lucky to obtain the highest level of talent, the S-level, in the game, and this alsoid the foundation for him to be a professional yer.
One had to know that there were only a few hundred yers in China who had obtained S-level talent.
Fang Heng scratched his head.
His memory was somewhatcking and he had already forgotten why the original owner of the body hadmitted suicide.
However, ever since the original owner of this body was chased out by the gaming club, he had no ie at all and he had not paid his rent for more than half a year.
Fang Heng looked through his phone again and saw that quite a few messages were pressing for payment of debts.
No way... could it be that he had died of poverty?
Fang Heng had never had any big ambitions and he did not want to be rich. He just wanted to spend his life peacefully.
"I need to think of a way to get some money... Well, I have an interview rted to gaming tomorrow afternoon... anyway, I''ll go to the game to check out the situation first."
...
[Wee back to the King of Gods'' space.]
[Entering the elementary game - ''Zombie Apocalypse''.]
The game world was considered to be an alternate real world.
After yers entered the game world, if they died, they would be in a spiritual state and be forcefully sent back to the King of Gods'' space.
Unless they had special tools or skills, they would be devoured by the King of Gods'' space after three consecutive deaths and bepletely dead.
When he entered the game and opened his eyes, a pale and terrifying face appeared in front of Fang Heng.
A zombie was less than half a meter away from Fang Heng.
"F*ck!"
Fang Heng was so scared that he took two steps back.
What a shock!
After calming himself down, Fang Heng realized that this zombie was his clone.
"Oh right, S-level talent!"
Fang Heng opened the character page and switched to the character talent skill observation.
Talent skill: Zombie clone
Talent level: S
Talent description: You have a permanent zombie clone. The zombie clone has 39.5% of the main body''s attributes and an additional 780% of the main body''s HP. It inherits some of the main body''s basic skills and passive skills. After leaving the battle for 7.8 hours, it will regain its full status. After dying, it will automatically resurrect 27.5 hourster.
Additional description: By increasing your yer''s level, the zombie clone will receive a higher percentage of attribute bonuses and shorten the resurrection time.
"This S-level talent doesn''t seem very strong..."
Fang Heng muttered to himself and closed the game description.
He recalled that the zombie clone did not have the capacity for thinking. It only epted Fang Heng''s orders and he couldn''t control it after it left his sight.
Under normal circumstances, apart from using the zombie clone to fight, the zombie clone could also ''hack''.
Even after logging off, the zombie clone could still faithfully carry out Fang Heng''s orders.
However, it wasn''t very clever, so it could only ept the simplest hack order.
While thinking, Fang Heng opened the game log to check.
[Your zombie has started collecting materials and exploring the area.]
[Your zombie has entered Highway 102.]
[What did your zombie notice?]
[Your zombie has picked up somemon waste by the roadside.]
[Your zombie continues to move forward.]
[Your zombie encounters a group of zombies that areing at him.]
[Your zombie continues to explore.]
[Your zombie brushes past a group of zombies.]
[Your zombie picks up a piece of wood by the roadside*1.]
[Your zombie picks up a piece of wood by the roadside*1.]
...
[Your zombie finds a pile of trash by the roadside.]
[Your zombie is trying to search the pile of garbage...]
[Search failed!]
[Your zombie obtained contaminated bottled water during the search*1.]
[Your zombie backpack is full, returning to the shelter.]
[Your zombie haspleted 20 rounds of gathering materials. It is waiting for new orders.]
Fang Heng quickly estimated the benefits of the hack.
Some basic building materials, water and food.
Without a doubt, these materials and food were extremely useful to survive in this apocalyptic environment.
"But, can this skill be considered as an S-level?"
This was the so-called strongest S-level talent? How weak were the other yer''s talents?
Fang Heng curled his lips and couldn''t help butin.
Just as he was about to walk around the shelter to see how much materials his previous owner had left him, he suddenly heard a notification sound.
[Hint: Anomaly detected.]
[Hint: A new yer has been detected...]
Huh? New yer?
"Could it be that my soul crossover has been detected?"
Fang Heng''s expression changed slightly.
[Hint: Conflict detected. The current yer has been identified as a neer.]
[Resetting in progress...]
[All your current skills have been forgotten.]
[All current points have been cleared, the backpack has been cleared.]
[Level cleared. The initial number of rebirths reset. Current number of rebirths remaining: 3]
What did that mean?
Empty his ount data?
No way! It can''t be that bad!
Fang Heng felt that things were getting worse.
[Hint: Clearingpleted.]
[Wee to the King of Gods'' game. New yers can obtain talent skills.]
[Hint: Since you already have one talent skill, please make a choice.]
[1: Obtain a new talent. You will have two talents at the same time.]
[2: Upgrade your talent.]
Huh?