I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1108 - 1105: A Plain Story

Chapter 1108: Chapter 1105: A Plain Story

A deluge of memories crazily irrigated the narrow space within Xu Haishui’s head. It was merely a moment, yet Xu Haishui felt his brain saturated with something, and still, memories ceaselessly surged into his mind. A sharp pain shattered Xu Haishui’s inner peace at this moment; his head seemed to explode violently, flesh flaps rupturing and flying about, like a headless fly.

Hee~~ugh~

A piercing roar countered with pain so deep it made one’s skin crawl, and Xu Haishui hadn’t even had time to process the sensation.

The memories were overwhelmingly vast, belonging to many, many people. Xu Haishui couldn’t possibly count how many individuals’ memories flooded his consciousness—countless lives, their experiences entwined, overlapping in a jumble beyond differentiation, each person’s emotions intertwined nearly driving one mad!

"I... I... eeyah... I! Roar~ I... am... I am..."

Amidst the severe pain, Xu Haishui began to utter fragmented words. Newly "born," he didn’t understand anything, until these memories frenetically poured into his mind, and he suddenly understood something called "language."

He screamed, his words slurred and unclear, but he kept repeating two words, stuttering along.

"I am..." Those words. Massive volumes of memories flashed across his mind. Some were intact, but apart from these few individuals’, the others were like glass shattered on the ground, broken into hundreds, thousands of pieces, and then mixed with other shards.

Every word spoken by each of the myriad individuals encountered within these memories resonated nonstop in his mind, driving one to madness.

Gradually, he understood that this world had become a place overruled by beings people called monsters, zombies. Survivors established bases, Sanctuary Cities, occupying bits of the world once dominated by humans. Seven years before, humanity was the sole master. Millions of years ago, the prehistoric behemoths and dominant carnivores of nature had been defeated by humans, who, through the use of weapons and their intelligence, rose up and ultimately became rulers. Those primeval apex predators had either gone extinct or were endangered, long losing their majestic grandeur from millions of years past.

As memories amassed, Xu Haishui gradually came to comprehend that this place was called Earth, and realized who he was. The bulky figure behind him was a friend, or rather, a colleague, named Ah Fu.

As for the sandstorm ahead, he didn’t know. It seemed to have arrived during his fight with someone like him, but he didn’t understand why Ah Fu was standing alongside it. Soon, Xu Haishui realized, it was that man—the one who controlled him yet unwittingly held many of his secrets.

Memory retraced swiftly; he met this boss in a hospital in Lin City. Initially out of curiosity, he had attempted to control this peculiar zombie on their first encounter. It backfired; instead of stealing a chicken to lose a handful of rice, he ended up controlled by the other.

His thoughts returned to him then. He told Tang Ye he had devoured four people, but in reality, he had lied to Tang Ye. Those four individuals were merely the ones with the most complete memories in Xu Haishui’s mind, but counting the fragmented memories would reveal names of over twenty people!

Slowly organizing the chaotic surge of memories, Xu Haishui was still struggling to adapt. Freshly "born" seconds ago, his mind was a blank slate, every notion to be re-learned, a cumbersome process. Yet he found the time before his memories returned, those brief seconds, were the most relaxing he had ever experienced.

Of course, in his memories, many individuals had their moments of relaxation. A few were born with silver spoons in their mouths, grew up carefree, cruising in sports cars, swinging through bars and nightclubs, a wave of the hand bringing adoration from many men’s dream girls, indulging in life without working or worrying about careers, carefree of everyday necessities. Every month, their wealthy parents deposited hefty sums of allowance, amounts a regular worker might not earn in a year.

They would sleep till they naturally awoke, descend the stairs, purchase their favorite breakfast with a few bucks, and savor it at home. Occasionally, they even tried out a factory job, just to get a taste of a worker’s life, now and then quitting on a whim.

This life was simple, yet with so many people’s memories crammed in his head, Xu Haishui couldn’t tell who was who; he had lost himself. Every personality struggled to claim his body, unable to merge. Among them, one named Xu Haishui had a most unforgettable tale.

His story was straightforward—none of the stirring drama of movies, no miracles. It even lacked a climax. It was as if an old man told the entirety in the flattest tone, yet this tale was the hardest to let go. Each progress bar tick was distressing, hastening towards the characters’ departure.

Friendship started at the hospital, ending there too. Upon the true death of Xu Haishui, he realized his mistake—a common one.

And that story made him Xu Haishui, a tale he regretted.

"I’m called Li Mu... no, Lin Jianping... Chen Jiao? That’s not right, Xu Yinghe? Wang Bing? Lin Kaikai? Aishan?"

Xu Haishui voiced one unfamiliar name after another, his tone and inflection constantly shifting, a sight quite eerie to behold.

Until finally, a name Ah Fu recognized emerged: "I’m Xu Haishui, yes, that’s me, Xu Haishui."

Xu Haishui’s gaze regained its former brilliance, but having uttered his name, he then collapsed stiffly to the ground.

After he fell, the sandstorm in front of him whirled furiously. In a few seconds, it split open, and a man walked through. The storm, like a creek’s flow, streamed into the man’s body and disappeared.