The best actor's silly grin instantly froze on his face.
What's…that? A scar? A scar from a zombie's scratch?
Is his new face…disfigured?
And with such greyish skin…is he about to turn into the same ugly species as the zombie over there?
"...."
It was at this moment that he knew, he fcked up.
The best actor almost kneeled on the spot and howled to the sky, acting like a werewolf.
He's done for! He's done for! He's dead!
Overreacting?
No, no, this is a big deal.
His family was a nest of weirdos, and they had a strange iron law.
To be beautiful/handsome.
If his family knew that he was disfigured…
They might want to feed him to the zombies!
Even if his family was not here, the fear of the family's iron law was still buried deep in Aon's genes.
The best actor shuddered from head to toe.
No, no, no, he can't give up just yet!
Aon didn't even care about the zombie toxin that was slowly eroding this body and just obsessively stared at the mirror with wide eyes.
Is there a plastic surgeon in the apocalypse that could fix his face?
To be honest, if he had the right tools, he could also do the operation himself!
What? How could an actor do plastic surgery? Well, someone in his big family was a surgeon, so he was forced to learn a little.
It's real. Not a lie.
But what's the use? In this situation, he couldn't do plastic surgery at all!
Was he going to die with such an ugly face?
Shame on his entire family!
Aon was anxious, so much so that he suddenly felt his body warming up.
It's not an illusion.
Maybe because the toxin had finally invaded his nerves or something.
His body temperature rapidly rose to an unbelievable degree.
In just a few seconds, the teen's greyish face turned bright red.
White smoke came out of his head, making him look like a boiled kettle from afar.
The five invisible flying cameras around the best actor faithfully captured this sudden transformation, and the audiences on the other side of the cameras exclaimed in unison.
[ThiccDicc:
What's wrong with ma' homie? Is he having a fever?]
[DetectiveCanon:
It's just a conditional reaction when the body is invaded with the zombie toxin.]
[TippinButt:
Wait, wut? How's dat possible? Fever is an abnormal reaction! Is he bout to be a zombie?? Trippin' for real!]
But it shouldn't be!
Every doomsday celebrity who entered a doomsday world to shoot a variety show or other projects should have been vaccinated.
The chance of turning into an alien or a zombie would be extremely small, only less than 10%!
This "Whack A Zombie" variety show was just a small, low-budget comedy show, but the program's team would not wish any of their stars to die!
Even if the celebrities here were nobodies, amateurs or stars from the lower entertainment industry, losing a life would always be a big deal.
The audiences didn't come here to see a bloody fight and gruesome death.
They wanted comedy and thrill!
B-but the little guy's face was becoming redder and redder...
It looked like he was about to be cooked to perfection.
Don't tell them...
This guy isn't vaccinated?
Or he's simply a part of the unlucky 10% of people who would still become a zombie even after being vaccinated?
The few idle audiences finally realized that the little guy was in danger.
[Sum_Ting_Wong: Sus! This dude might die! Sum wong, call the director!]
[Fufufafa:
I've called the director, fufufu, but he said he can't contact this little guy! He's not even touching the optical brain on his wrist, fufufu!]
The audience would have never thought that Aon simply didn't know that such a thing existed.
This optical brain that looked like a watch was completely invisible and weightless.
How could a freshly-baked transmigrator know about such a thing when he didn't receive any memory from his new body?
He didn't even know he was shooting a variety show in a real zombie apocalypse world.
And maybe because the director held a grudge against Aon who called him a pig...
The director didn't try to forcibly teleport the little guy away from the doomsday world.
He just sent out one sentence—
Let's wait and see.
If the guy was indeed about to turn into a zombie and die, the program's team would immediately take action.
But if not, he would not meddle.
The few audiences who watched Aon's special live broadcast were agitated and almost went to other stars' live broadcast rooms, but the little guy himself didn't know.
At this moment, Aon couldn't stand upright anymore and had already slumped to the ground, with the same pose as the dirty zombie.
his entire body was boiling, and he felt as if his brain was turning into a paste.
He couldn't think, couldn't see, and couldn't even hear anything.
He wanted to scream, but his survival instinct kicked in.
Idiot! Screaming in a zombie apocalypse is the same as suicide!
So he opened his mouth and just bit his lips tightly until it cracked and bled.
The smell of blood wafted to the dirty zombie not far, but the zombie only twitched its nose and smelled the unbearable sour smell of the vomit.
The zombie continued to be autistic!
Aon held his head and subconsciously rolled into a ball.
He even wanted to bang his head to the ground, but in the end, he just rolled to the left and the right a few times, trying to ease the pain.
Just when the pain was so unbearable that Aon felt the grim reaper was waving at him...
A crisp mechanical sound suddenly rang in his head, followed by a childish voice and a few meowing noises in the background.
DING! [Heyo, dad! Your son is online, nyaaa~ ]