I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 639 - 637: Searching for Material_1

Chapter 639: Chapter 637: Searching for Material_1

Before Gong Xiao could react, she felt something strange tunneling into her body. Then, everything went black.

Outside, Tang Ye looked at his hand, aware of his utter clumsiness. He was an idiot to use his hands to reshape things. Last time, he had accidentally squashed the silver-armored corpse bear he had infected when trying to move it back to Qinshan Base. In the end, he couldn’t even restore its original form.

Let alone reshaping Gong Xiao’s face into Yinxiang’s. If he tried to do it manually, he would be thankful if he didn’t end up turning it into the ugly mug of Brother Fly.

Manipulating the silver-armored corpses he infected wasn’t just a matter of manual reshaping. As the infecter, he owned every bit of the anti-life matter in them. So, in a roundabout way, these beings were his extensions, unable to return to him or merge with his psyche.

These silver-armored corpses could act on their own when not overridden by his consciousness.

His ability to transform his flesh and blood into tentacles or blades stemmed from his spiritual connection with every cell of his body.

He could even infect a person, turning them into a silver-armored corpse and then morph it into a sword for him to wield.

Similarly, he could transform Gong Xiao into a blade!

"Now, the ultimate plastic surgery is set to begin!"

Tang Ye turned his attention inward, focusing on Gong Xiao’s body. He started manipulating every cell in it, shaping it after Yinxiang’s looks. But then, he inexplicably paused.

Looking at Gong Xiao’s slightly twisted features, he considered her figure. It was decent, but not top-notch.

He stared at her as a sculptor would a block of wood, ready to carve his ideal image from her form. The sensation was inexplicably odd, indeed strangely wonderful.

There was no such thing as a perfect person. Even the most seemingly flawless idols had their shortcomings. A woman with an exquisite face might have an undesirable figure, appearing too plump or too thin. On the other hand, a woman with a perfect figure might have an extremely unattractive face.

Of course, there were also women with angelic faces and perfect figures, but on closer inspection, one would find their features peculiarly unappealing—large ears, droopy eyes, or a wide mouth, for example.

Take Chen Bieli, for instance. Her physical attributes and appearance met human aesthetic standards, but alas...

"Ace! Only one card left for me!"

"Err...can’t follow."

One of the street racers jumped up in triumph, slamming his last card on the ground and pocketing all the food placed in the center. His face beamed with joy.

"Hahaha."

The opposing player’s face fell. He was about to suggest another round, hoping to win back all he’d lost, but before he could say a word, he saw Tang Ye approaching.

"Stop grinning, the boss is coming!"

On hearing the warning, everyone turned towards Tang Ye. Chen Zhouquan looked puzzled, wondering in disbelief, "How did that zombie manage to last so long?"

"Boss!"

Everyone chorused. Tang Ye waved his hand dismissively, stood in front of his crew, and commanded, "I believe some of you had a fashion magazine earlier. Hand it over to me."

The street racers looked puzzled. They exchanged glances, trying to figure out what was going on.

"What’s up with the boss?"

"Maybe he’s tired of female zombies and wants to return to normal tastes. After all, it’s been days."

"Hehehe～"

A few of them flashed evasive smiles, but they were, in fact, overthinking it.

"Hurry up." Tang Ye urged.

Immediately, several street racers came forward, each with a mischievous grin, and produced their respective adult magazines, setting them before Tang Ye.

"Boss...this isn’t a fashion magazine. It’s a hot influencer award. The legs in here are thin and well-shaped, guaranteeing your satisfaction."

"Scram!"

Annoyed, Tang Ye kicked him aside and brushed him off. The racer, a smirk on his face, vanished into the crowd. Tang Ye picked up the stack of magazines and headed back into the factory, leaving his crew behind.

Pondering upon Gong Xiao’s figure, Tang Ye noted that she was curvaceous yet slim. A lot of women had such figures, but her legs did not match his aesthetic standards.

In his mind, he had imagined numerous ideal physiques—slim waists, shapely and straight legs, ideally-sized breasts and perfect figures. But try as he might, he couldn’t imagine another face to match Yinxiang’s. His memory of her face was so profound that every resemblance he tried to concoct seemed to bear a trace of her. It was impossible to imagine a face equally beautiful yet different from hers.

At the sight of Yinxiang’s face, one would exclaim at the wonders of the world.

Ideally shaped figures were but imaginations. Regardless of how perfect the figure one conjures in one’s mind, the details always seem off when viewed as a whole.

Out of options, Tang Ye decided to pick body parts that matched his definition of beauty from existing materials. This reminded him of the magazines that the street racers used to frequent.

With shaping Yinxiang’s face being quite a challenging task, Tang Ye decided first to perfect Gong Xiao’s body, starting with her legs.

Her thighs were acceptable, but her calves, whether viewed from the back or side, were uneven and lacked roundness.

Flip, flip～

Tang Ye began flipping through the magazines, looking for inspiration. After going through numerous issues, he quite frustratingly realized that most of the models in these magazines were from Europe and America. Their aesthetic standards, particularly concerning legs, focused mainly on length rather than the sleekness, straightness, softness, and delicacy preferred by people from China.

"Damn, it looks so out of place on her."

Tang Ye discarded all the magazines featuring European and American models. His attention was drawn to the last one left—the ’Web Celebrity Awards’ as previously mentioned by a member of his crew.

He picked it up and started flipping through it. Before long, he found a pair of legs that matched his standards.