April 28th. Clear skies.

Today is a day worth commemorating.

The Intellect Zombie King was utterly powerless against the combined forces of the two planetary wills. Once They had subdued it, I successfully brought it under my control. With that, all the human Zombie Kings were under my command.

On the other hand, the four animal Zombie Kings’ abilities couldn’t contend with my control ability. With the prepared striking the unprepared, all four of them succumbed to my control.

The Zombie King Tournament had concluded. Not a single Zombie King emerged victorious. I was the ultimate victor… or so I had thought. The Zombie Planet’s Planetary Will insisted that I was the King of Zombie Kings.

Whatever. Let Him say what He wants. Since I stand on humanity’s side, I am human, not a Zombie King.

Although the Zombie Planet’s Planetary Will never said it, I had a vague feeling that this entire tournament had been arranged for me all along. What was His purpose? To force me to believe I was truly a zombie through this competition?

I can’t figure it out.

After twenty days of the Zombie King Tournament, this whole region has been reduced to a wasteland. Not a single building is intact, and even the coastal city seems to be on the verge of sinking into the sea from the shockwaves of the battle.

Just as I was about to head back and share the good news with the doctor, the sky above suddenly darkened. I looked up, and my heart turned cold.

It was a massive aircraft!

That was definitely not technology from the Blue Planet. Even the Zombie Planet didn’t possess such capabilities.

I suddenly recalled what the Zombie Planet’s Planetary Will had once said. “This planet is about to be invaded by an alien civilization. The only way to fight back is by turning everyone into zombies.” 

Could this be what He was referring to?!

I’m now leading the seven Zombie Kings into battle against the alien aircraft.

Taking a day off.