OPM: Dimensional Divine Selection,Only I Know Saitama Is the Strongest

Autumn Summer's expression shifted slightly when she saw the elite disciples from Godslayer Academy.

But then she glanced at Vincent Fox and calmed down.

Yes, they were prodigies from Godslayer Academy armed with heroic talents and supernatural powers.

So what?

No matter how talented they were, there was no way they could be stronger than Vincent.

Autumn had absolute faith in him.

Vincent, on the other hand, remained calm and composed.

"Judging by your attitude," he said, flicking his fingers, "I take it you're also here on a zombie-hunting mission?"

He smiled. "Seems like we're all after the same prize."

Miles Song immediately shouted, "Vincent Fox! You worthless Martial Saint Academy scum! You dare snatch our prey?! Do you know how long we've been looking for you?! You're dead today! Not even God Himself can save you!!"

What an idiot.

Announcing your intent to kill before the fight? Might as well ring the alarm for your enemy.

But none of the others criticized him.

Truth be told, they were just as furious seething from being played. They wanted nothing more than to rip Vincent apart on the spot.

Damon lawson stepped forward and barked, "Where's the zombie, Vincent?"

As soon as the words left his mouth

A shadow soared from the cargo ship and landed smoothly beside Vincent.

It was covered in black fur, with a demonic face and fangs drenched in blood. The thing looked like a creature straight out of a nightmare.

Yet next to Vincent, it sat obediently.

What stunned Vincent, though, was

Grandpa Ren's legs were back.

Obviously, they weren't regenerated.

Zombies had some regenerative ability, but it was impossible to regrow limbs that quickly.

It didn't take a genius to figure out Grandpa Ren had chopped someone else's legs off on the ship and grafted them to himself.

Vincent was impressed.

That level of decision-making… meant the creature now had the intellect of at least a seven- or eight-year-old child.

…

The moment the others saw the zombie, their faces lit up.

But Uncle Nate's expression completely changed.

His face turned pale. Sweat drenched his back.

He trembled and pointed at the creature.

"A… Flying Zombie!!"

His voice cracked in terror as he stared at Vincent. "Young man, you… you've made a grave mistake!!"

Flying zombies were a legendary tier of undead.

Uncle Nate had only ever heard of them he had never encountered one.

They could fly, they weren't afraid of sunlight, and they were almost completely unstoppable.

In the records of his sect, the emergence of a flying zombie always meant disaster. Every time, it led to widespread death and destruction.

He never imagined that in just two days, Vincent had raised Grandpa Ren into such a horrifying existence.

(Note: Grandpa Ren was not infected but born from a land saturated with yin energy, which granted him incredible potential.)

Uncle Nate's face was ashen.

He had zero confidence in taking down a flying zombie.

"Oh? Flying zombie?" Vincent echoed, intrigued.

He didn't know much about zombie classifications, but judging by Uncle Nate's expression, it had to be bad.

In the original storyline, Grandpa Ren had only evolved once and even then, it took both Uncle Nate and Master Four Eyes using all their power just to barely survive.

Under Vincent's care, Grandpa Ren had already evolved twice.

"Uncle Nate, are flying zombies really that strong?" Vincent asked knowingly.

"Of course they are!!" Uncle Nate said in alarm. "Look at the sky it's already light out. Yet it doesn't even flinch at sunlight…"

He trailed off, frowning.

Something wasn't right.

With its level of evolution, Grandpa Ren should have broken free, killed everything in sight.

So why was it behaving like a trained dog, standing politely by Vincent's side?

It was strange. Very strange.

Could it be… Vincent had mastered some kind of zombie control art?

Vincent glanced at Grandpa Ren, only now realizing that he truly wasn't afraid of sunlight anymore.

Back then

Daylight made Grandpa Ren shrink away like a whipped dog, hiding in shadows.

But now…

"You little monster… you've really gotten clever, haven't you?" Vincent muttered. "Power up so fast and still keep your head down? What's the plan stab me in the back when I let my guard down?"

He glared at Grandpa Ren and didn't hold back his insults.

The zombie didn't understand the words.

But it remembered the beatings.

The brutal beatings from before were still burned into its memory. Even now, with its upgraded strength, it didn't dare bare its fangs at Vincent again.

Grandpa Ren lowered his head obediently, not daring to meet his eyes.

Uncle Nate was shocked.

He was just about to speak when he got interrupted

"Flying zombie? Zombie my ass! Everyone shut up!!" Miles Song roared.

"Vincent! And that bitch named Summer! Get down on your knees and beg, and maybe I'll give you a quick death!"

Uncle Nate stepped forward in a panic. "Don't kill him! That young man… he must have some way to control the flying zombie. If he dies, no one will be able to restrain it. The world will descend into chaos!"

But Miles was already tired of Uncle Nate.

He'd only kept the old man around because they needed his help finding the zombie.

Now that the mission was complete?

Useless.

He snapped.

"Get lost, you decrepit fossil! Say one more word and I'll kill you too!"

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