Leave Request

March 19, Sunny

Ten days had passed since the little girl suggested playing a game.

I never would have guessed that the little girl I'd saved out of kindness was the Corpse King of this city. According to her, that day she'd only pretended to be chased by zombies. It was just a game she liked to play.

When she saw that I'd saved her and could control zombies, she hid her identity and stayed by my side.

I'd really let my guard down. I never expected my ability to be exposed to the Corpse King on our very first meeting.

The zombie planet's will had never warned me. It was probably just waiting to laugh at me.

Fine, I admitted it: the zombie planet's will had succeeded.

The little girl's ability was matter-energy exchange. She could turn any part of her body into energy.

As soon as I learned she was the Corpse King, I tried to control her. But since she knew my ability was controlling zombies, she'd naturally been prepared.

The moment I turned around, she detonated a strand of hair. The dust kicked up by the explosion made it impossible for me to tell where she was, so I couldn't control her.

When the dust settled, the little girl had vanished without a trace.

Just as I was about to go look for her, she stood far away with a megaphone, shouting that she'd planted several strands of hair around me. If I moved, she'd make them explode.

With no other choice, I didn't dare move.

But the little girl didn't kill me or the Corpse King of Strength. Instead, she proposed that we play a game. If we won, she didn't mind letting me control her.

What an incomprehensible Corpse King. Maybe, in her eyes,