End Times, Surviving with My Beastly Army novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150 A Name From the Past

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Robin grabbed Vivian by the collar, set her down on the floor, and said flatly, “Your rat friends just told you. didn’t they? You can’t beat me, so I can’t be your toy.”

“Hmph!” Vivian let out a deeply unconvinced snort. “My brother has lots of toys!”

Robin figured that if Vivian really was mentally ill, then the brothers she kept talking about were very likely mentally ill too.

She asked casually, “So does your brother turn people into his toys too?”

…Why did that sound so creepy?

“Nope.” Vivian shook her little head. “His

toys are them!”

She pointed offhandedly. Robin glanced in that direction just as casually, and in that instant, something in her mind snapped tight. Vivian was pointing at the zombies.

For one split second, an almost unbelievable thought flashed through Robin’s head. A whole chain of clues connected at terrifying speed. His toys were zombies. His last name was Blackwood.

Robin swallowed hard, forcing down the shock surging through her. “Can you tell me… what your brother’s name is?”

“Vance Blackwood,” Vivian said. “My second brother’s name is Vance Blackwood. My eldest brother is Marcus. They’re twins.”

Holy shit.

Robin squeezed her eyes shut hard, a buzzing filling her ears.

Vance. It was actually Vance. The psychic ability user from her past life, the one who controlled an enormous zombie army.

No wonder he was a psychic user. Turns out he was mentally

moment. And at the

For some reason, that bizarre thought flashed through Robin’s head at exactly that mon same time, even more details came rushing back.

No wonder Vivian’s ability had sounded familiar the moment Robin learned she could communicate with animals.

In her previous life, under Vance’s command, there had been an extremely powerful juvenile zombie king. And that juvenile zombie king’s ability had been animal control.

The zombie virus only targeted humans, but Vance and that juvenile zombie king under him had each ruled their own army. One controlled the zombie horde. The other controlled the animal horde. Together, they were practically unstoppable.

And if Robin’s guess was right, that juvenile zombie king had been Vivian all along.

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Chapter 150 A Name From the Past

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In her previous life, Robin had no idea what Vivian had gone through before then. By the time she knew of her. Vivian had already become part of the zombie army. But right now, it looked like she still hadn’t been infected by the zombie virus.

Robin cleared her throat strategically and raised a hand to cover the corners of her mouth, which were trying very hard to turn upward. She hadn’t expected this trip out to bring such an enormous reward.

In her past life, Vance’s name had thundered across the country. He had swept through the nation like a storm, yet almost no one had ever actually seen him. He was more legend than man, mysterious and overwhelmingly powerful.

People regarded a figure like that with equal parts curiosity and awe. Robin was no exception.

Vivian was obviously deeply connected to Vance. If she could take Vivian back to the zoo and make her do labor for the base… no, not labor. If she could bring her back to Shangri–La and take good care of her, then Vance, that elusive figure who was never seen in full, might very well come to her on his own.

With Vivian in hand, what was there to worry about?

Thinking of that, Robin could practically feel her smile tilting sideways.

Even her eyes turned unnaturally kind as she went straight for the obvious weak point.

“Vivian, you really like little animals, don’t you?”

“I…”

Faced with Robin’s smile, Vivian blinked, then suddenly felt a chill run down her back. Even a psychiatric patient found it unnerving.

“Ma’am, you…”

Robin’s smile dropped instantly.

How had she suddenly become ma’am?

“Call me Robin.”

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Vivian took a small step back. Her voice even picked up a faint tremble, as if she were on the verge “Robin, stop smiling. You’re scaring me.”

Robin fell silent.

Fine.

She straightened and beckoned to Cotton. “Come here,”

of tears.

Cotton flapped his wings unwillingly and flew over, stepping on the heads of several zombies along the

way.

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