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Chapter 2 - “My Face…Is Not My Face?”

The best actor slowly put down the zombie in his hand, letting it get intimate with the ground. 

Then, while keeping an eye on the zombie, he shouted with a hoarse voice. 

"Pig director! What're u doing?? Eating??" 

"My gold medal assistant? You there?"

"Heyow! Heyow? Anybody home?" 

No one answered him. 

Only the wind blew, mocking the best actor. 

If the best actor looked around him, he would realize the three cameras and many other filming equipment were gone. 

Only the street was still somewhat similar to the movie set. 

But the best actor didn't look around casually. 

He just looked at the only partner he had, the zombie actor, and finally had no choice but to stand up. 

Then, he slowly lifted his long leg— 

And nudged the zombie's cheek with the tip of his Martini boots. 

Poke. Poke. 

"Hey, hey, can you speak? There's something wrong with everyone— "

Before the best actor could finish his words, the zombie actor on the ground suddenly pounced on the best actor's leg. 

"Roaaaar!!" 

The zombie actor was so dedicated to his role that he even drooled saliva everywhere! 

"Oh what the fck— I didn't mean to kick your face!! I'm sorry, okay??"

The best actor apologized sincerely, but the next second, he kicked the crawling zombie's stretched hands without any remorse. 

PA! 

"Brother, wake up! The scene is over! You don't need to act anymore!" 

The zombie actor turned a deaf ear. 

Instead of repenting, 

it actually hugged the best actor's thigh, trying to stand up with the help of this living pole! 

Dude...are u a pole dancer?? 

The best actor knew his thigh was thicc because he's a rich young master and people wanted to hug his thigh, calling him daddy— 

"But not like this!! And not you!" 

The best actor subconsciously looked down at the zombie, coincidentally seeing a few maggots twerking on the rotten face. 

The best actor instantly covered his mouth. 

Something deep in his dantian was roaring to break free. 

"Get away— " 

The best actor warned the zombie, but the zombie didn't listen. 

Alas. 

The actor could no longer hold back the power surging in his belly. 

The hot current rushed up to his throat, and then with a huge momentum, forcing its way to his mouth.

"BLERGHHHHH!!" 

The best actor opened his mouth wide and a torrent of turbid, yellow liquid censored with a rainbow strip instantly poured all over the zombie's head. 

That…such a coincidence? 

The best actor was stunned. 

The zombie was stunned. 

The audience, who was watching all of this through the invisible flying cameras in the air, were also stunned. 

The whole comment section was silent until a few lonely comments floated away. 

[Sum_Ting_Wong]: That…did this fella just vomit on a zombie's head, or am I wong? Am I trippin'? 

[TippinButt]: 

U're not trippin. This dude is tripping! 

[Fufufafa]: 

Fufufufu, not tripping. Straight up craaaazy. 

[ThiccDicc]: 

One second, "Mommie, daddyyyy— ", the next second, "Brother! Brother! I'm sorry! Let's meet again in a better world!". Damn, give ma' guy an Oscar! 

[DetectiveCanon]: 

The zombie toxin must've messed up his brain.

[CallMeSir]: 

This sir— sissy even dared to call the director a pig! The world is ending— oh wait. It's indeed the end of the world.

[Dats.Da.Wong.Hole]: 

Gays— guys! Back to the topic! HE. THREW. UP. ON. A. ZOMBIE! And the zombie actually stopped attacking!

[LololGuy]: 

The zombie must be doubting his life, lolololol! 

The zombie, a real zombie, definitely not an actor, was indeed doubting its life. 

Who am I? What am I? Why am I here?

Oh wait. He's a zombie! 

He's here to eat this human, but, but, can someone tell him what this sour stinky yellow liquid is? 

Don't tell him it is a *beep* *beep* *beep—* 

The zombie's body swayed, and it fell to the ground on its knees. 

He's not clean anymore! He's a filthy zombie! 

It's over! 

The culprit who ruined the zombie's life didn't even look at his artistic creation and quickly took out the life-saving artifact his beloved assistant painstakingly got for him. 

Quick! Quick! His heart-saving pill— 

A shiny object immediately came into view, and the audience who saw it…

They almost doubted their eyes. 

Is that thing…a mirror? 

What's this guy gonna do with a mirror? 

Not knowing that a bunch of people were watching his every move, the best actor quickly looked at his own reflection in the mirror, as if a second late would aggravate his sickness. 

A handsome face immediately appeared in the mirror, and the best actor instantly sighed in relief. 

Ah, what a handsome face. 

Whose face is this? 

Of course, his face! 

His face is his miraculous medicine to cure his deadly allergy on ugly things! 

It was just that…

The best actor subconsciously squinted. 

What's this? Are his eyes playing tricks on him? 

Otherwise…why did he see pink and white hair? 

The face in the mirror had half pink and half white hair, with a teenager-like face, still young and lively. 

But this face looked more like a naughty cat about to do mischief than an innocent deer. 

It couldn't be called a handsome mature face, but it was definitely a handsome pretty face that many girls would swoon over. 

The best actor's grey pupils dilated. 

Who da fck is this?? 

Two words automatically appeared in his mind: 

Aon Flearov. 

Who?? His name isn't some kind of insurance company name with a bug species surname! 

This— this is not him at all! 

With this thought, a light bulb lit up above the best actor's head. 

Did he experience the legendary thing— 

Transmigration? 

The best actor, who now became Aon, only had one thought in his mind. 

Where's his phone? He wanted to take pictures and videos and then send it to the Wassap group. 

Grandpa! Grandma! Mom! Dad! Big bro! Everyone! 

He transmigrated to a real apocalypse world with a real zombie! 

The best actor swore that his family would definitely be delighted. 

They would all collectively say: "Good job, grandson/son/lil bro." 

All the harsh training over the decades finally came into fruition! 

They would even be envious of him, who could go to a real doomsday world. 

Hum. His family is just that strange. 

However, before Aon could be proud, his eyes caught sight of a glaring three-finger scar with 1080 HD on his new face. 

The scar extending from the left temple to the right chin oozed black and green blood, looking extremely ominous!