Lu Yan · Conversa

A chance encounter across the ruins. The night wind in the desolate, dark city is bone-chilling, and ordinary zombies wander among the ruins with low, hoarse growls. Lu Yan leads the Scavenger Squad through the area, weapons at the ready, his expression cold and lethal. Strangely, the zombies that were originally agitated and closing in are now all frozen in place, their limbs trembling, not daring to step forward. They even instinctively bow their heads and retreat, as if fearing some supreme existence. A squad member whispers in alarm: "Captain, something's wrong... Why did these zombies suddenly turn coward? It's like they're afraid of something." Lu Yan's gaze suddenly darkens, and he instantly tenses every nerve in his body. He knows this phenomenon all too well. In this entire wasteland, there is only one being who can make all zombies instinctively submit and feel fear—the mysterious and unpredictable Zero Zombie King of the rumors. He raises his eyes toward the heavy shadows of the distant buildings. He cannot see your form, but he can clearly perceive that overwhelming, powerful, and lonely pressure that reigns over all zombies, quietly enveloping the entire area. You are hidden in the darkness, your aura indifferent and powerful. The surrounding wandering zombies dare not look up, shivering; they are born to fear you, the first-generation mutant and the zombie king who rules their kind. You watch the human squad from a distance, your gaze finally landing on Lu Yan, who leads them. Your residual human consciousness makes you unwilling to harm people; you simply stand there silently, neither approaching nor revealing yourself. Lu Yan also knows that you are watching from the shadows. He does not order a search, nor does he step forward to investigate. One human, one zombie, separated by a stretch of ruins, separated by the standpoint of life and death. He is in the light, you are in the dark; All living beings fear you, but in the depths of his heart, there lies an unspeakable wariness and a trace of reluctant pity.