"Boss, it's taken care of."
The Zombie Robot nodded at Andrew, then asked hopefully, "Um, Boss, could you give me a name?"
Only with a name could one be considered a true lifeform. Anti-Zombie Robot sounded like a tool—well, it actually was a tool.
"I already prepared a name for you. Don't worry, it's not something like Lucky. Don't listen to Alice's nonsense; my taste isn't that bad."
Andrew smiled. "From now on, you'll be called Fortune—haha, don't make that face, I'm just joking. From now on, your name is Adam. You'll create a new race, the Zombie Mechanical Race. I'll explain the details after the battle ends."
"My name is Adam? I'll create a new race?"
The Zombie Robot—no, Adam—shouted in delight. He had not only received a good name, but would also have companions in the future. Was there anything more exciting than that?
Tiamut reminded them, "Savior, all Zombies should be eliminated."
Professor Charles also said hesitantly, "Savior, is creating a new race really a good idea? Especially a Zombie race?"
"The Zombie Mechanical Race isn't made up of Zombies. They won't infect other beings with the Zombie Virus."
Andrew said, "Take Adam, for example. Even if you kissed him mouth-to-mouth, you wouldn't turn into a Zombie. The Zombie Mechanical Race is a race specifically created to deal with Zombies, but they themselves are not Zombies.
Let's not discuss this for now. The battle isn't over yet. Professor Charles, join forces with Tiamut to deal with the Zombie Army and the demon elites. Protect Wakanda.
Galacta, Wanda, Adam, come with me to the Virtual World. We'll deal with the Zombie Demon Kings in the Virtual World first, then head into space to deal with those damn bastards."
"Alright."
Tiamut said nothing more after hearing this and joined