[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-apocalypse-king-of-zombies":3,"chapter-apocalypse-king-of-zombies-apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-536":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Apocalypse: King of Zombies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},696604,930,"Chapter 536: But… you’re not my mother","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-536",536,"\u003Cp>Chapter 536: But… you’re not my mother\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few of the livestock workers stood frozen, completely baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, Ethan flicked his wrist and hurled a vial of virus straight at them. It smashed against their faces with pinpoint accuracy, splattering dark red liquid everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahhh—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The workers screamed like they’d been doused with acid. They collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony, their bones cracking and popping as their bodies twisted into grotesque shapes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The virus was eating through them fast, corrupting their flesh. Their screams, once shrill and panicked, grew hoarse—then turned into guttural, feral growls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enjoy the ride,” Ethan muttered, already turning away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t spare them another glance. Instead, he moved on, heading toward other areas of the facility—cattle barns, sheep pens—gathering up flesh and blood as he went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any workers he came across? He just lobbed another vial of zombie virus their way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within minutes, the harvesting was done. With no more need for subtlety, Ethan made his way to the water supply system and dumped in a little something extra—something potent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn’t take long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-bustling livestock farm was soon echoing with savage howls. The air, once filled with the sounds of animals and chatter, now pulsed with a violent, bloodthirsty energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Ethan’s mind, signals began to flood in—mental pulses from the infected. They were starving. Desperate. Hungry for flesh and chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s begin,” Ethan whispered, sending out a single command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like flipping a switch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The zombies sprang into motion, sprinting in all directions, hunting for prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The uninfected workers were the first to suffer. One by one, they realized their former coworkers had turned—and were now charging at them with murderous intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, what’s wrong with you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahhh! Help! Get off me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my God—run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screams in every language rang out across the compound. Panic exploded. The entire farm descended into chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, it didn’t take long for the vampire guards to notice something was off. They rushed out to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment they stepped outside, they were greeted by a horrific sight: a worker pinned against the sheep pen fence, a zombie tearing into his neck. His body convulsed violently as blood streamed down his throat and dripped from his fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell? A purebred zombie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it trying to steal our food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hell no. Boys, take it down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as they were about to charge, they spotted dozens more zombies barreling toward them. Their faces were twisted, feral—like starving wolves. And they didn’t hesitate. They pounced, launching a brutal, indiscriminate assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the—” one of the guards gasped, eyes wide with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t normal. Zombies didn’t attack their own kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re under attack! Another Zombie King must’ve invaded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah! All our livestock’s gone too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone report to Lord Monroe—now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, in the heart of the island, inside a grand, gothic-style castle, a boy of about sixteen or seventeen sat calmly. He had golden hair, piercing blue eyes, a sharp nose, and skin so pale it was almost translucent. Handsome, in a cold, aristocratic way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Monroe—the undisputed ruler of the island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the edge of a pristine white bed nearby sat a middle-aged woman, stiff as a board. Her face was pale with terror, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she tried to keep it together, forcing herself to sit upright, to hide the fear clawing at her insides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, are you okay?” Monroe turned to her, his voice gentle, concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m… I’m fine,” she stammered, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the truth was—she wasn’t his mother. Not even close. They didn’t share a drop of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monroe had a strange, twisted obsession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rumor had it that back when he was still human, his life had been a complete mess—an alcoholic father, a mother who worked as a prostitute. That kind of childhood left him with a deep, aching void where maternal love should’ve been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after he was infected by the mutant virus, that longing warped into something dark and grotesque. It consumed him. He became obsessed with finding a “mother”—someone to fill that hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So far, he’d gone through over a hundred women, each one chosen to play the role. But none of them ever measured up. And when they disappointed him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He killed them. Every single one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like clockwork, one would die every few days. No exceptions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why the woman sitting on the bed now was terrified out of her mind. She felt like she was living with a monster—one that could devour her at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard… Lord Crimson Count recently adopted an American girl as his daughter,” Monroe said flatly, his expression unreadable. “She must be very happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, of course,” the woman replied quickly, nodding like her life depended on it. “To be Lord Crimson Count’s daughter… that’s a great honor. She must be very happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, a smile crept across Monroe’s pale, handsome face. He slowly walked toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mommy… do you love me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do! Of course I love you. I love you more than anything,” she said, trying her best to sound sincere, her voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Monroe’s smile froze. His eyes turned cold, dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without warning, he slashed his hand across her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shhk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ripped her windpipe out with his bare hand. Blood sprayed in all directions, splattering across the pristine white sheets like crimson blossoms blooming in snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But… you’re not my mother,” he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… ugh…” The woman couldn’t even speak. Her eyes widened in shock as she fell backward, lifeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in her final moments, she didn’t understand why she had to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monroe stood there, a flicker of melancholy crossing his face. He turned to the window, staring out in silence, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a middle-aged man in a sharp suit stepped into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lord Monroe, the livestock facility’s been breached. There are reports of multiple purebred zombies, and all the livestock is gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Monroe raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purebred zombies were rare on the island. Most of them were scattered, rogue creatures lurking in the forests—nothing that posed a real threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the island was under his control, fully infected and obedient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So why would they show up at the farm?” he muttered, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, his instincts told him this wasn’t just some random incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mobilize all the town’s guards. I want a full investigation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, my lord,” the man replied immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Monroe paused, then added, “Actually… I’ll go myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh…” The man looked up, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lord Monroe, taking action personally? That hadn’t happened in a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoever the intruder was… they were about to have a very bad day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, over at Big Mike’s BBQ & Buffet, the second-floor guest room looked like a war zone—vampire corpses were piled everywhere, limbs twisted, blood soaking into the carpet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Mia killed that old vampire, the restaurant staff kept coming upstairs to check on him. One by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one by one, Mia killed them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of them ever made it back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, the whole restaurant shut down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After clearing out the last of the customers, Oliver flipped the sign on the front door from “Welcome” to “Temporarily Closed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell over the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily was in awe. She couldn’t stop staring at Mia, a mix of admiration and disbelief in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was… badass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already contacted the other members of The Ember Ring,” Oliver said. “They’re on their way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm,” Mia replied with a nod, barely reacting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emily’s big eyes darted around. “Your friend went to the supermarket, right? Isn’t that super dangerous? What if he runs into vampires?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’ll be fine,” Mia said calmly. “He doesn’t care about that kind of thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, seriously?” Emily’s jaw dropped a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can he really make it back alive…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>",1331,"2026-06-02T09:29:23.605Z",1,"novelbin.me","c9ea3f4862dcd430e59e7254ca2bf012da9f5ed072ee3b8301e40d3a2760d641","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-537","apocalypse-king-of-zombies-chapter-535",1329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fapocalypse-king-of-zombies-cover.jpg"]