Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game - Chapter 41 - Mood

At 35, Lin Zhi finally died from exhaustion on the delivery table!In her life, she was never married or had children, faced with a difficult and bumpy fate, but fortunately, she successfully delivered 3000 babies.After death, she arrived in hell, where King Yan, appreciating her merit, allowed her to be reborn at the age of 20, and even bestowed her with a pair of... Holy Hands for delivering babies?!Lin Zhi was somewhat bewildered, she didn't want to be a midwife again!“King Yan sir, that... actually, you could grant me a cool, super-rich, devastatingly handsome husband who would love me for a lifetime.”King Yama said, “Lin Zhi, I think you'd better come back to hell with me!”

In her previous life, she was humiliated and bullied every day. Her relatives despised her and her friends played tricks on her! Her mother and elder brother died one after another early. She gritted her teeth and survived the adversity alone, but only managed to live for twenty-six years!When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back in time twenty years ago. To swallow insult and humiliation silently and let history repeat itself? If everything couldn't be changed, what was the point of her rebirth?! Who can stop her now that she defies her destiny and her abilities are emerging? In front of others, she is an ordinary student with an indifferent personality, isolated by her classmates. Behind their backs, she works step by step to build a brilliant and extraordinary business network.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.