Surviving Apocalypses With A Superstar System

[Mission: 

>Repair one zombie's face >Make 2-3 other zombies admit your zombie is handsome] 

[Reward: 3-days Face Repair Skill] 

Aon looked at the mission and suddenly wanted to sell his son or abandon him at the orphanage. 

What kind of unreasonable mission is this?? 

The best actor immediately stretched his other hand and caught the invisible cat in the air, instantly grasping the little cat's fluffy tail. 

Before the fat cat could scream, the evil master had already squeezed the cat's tail tightly while gritting his teeth. 

[My. dear. son. See if your mission is wrong or wrong?] 

The little cat looked at his deformed tail and almost shed tears on the spot. 

[D-dad, dad, you're abusing an underage child, nya! Meow, meowwww, you're also abusing a cat! I'll report you to the government, nyaaa! Hwaaaa— ] 

Aon turned a deaf ear and continued to squeeze the fluffy tail. 

His face was stern outside, but he drooled and looked like a pervert inside. 

Aaahhh~ This tail is so soft! So fluffy! 

Maybe he should try sucking the belly next, heheheheheh— 

Somehow, the little cat got a shiver down his spine for no reason and immediately stopped throwing a tantrum. 

He could only swing his hips and showed his dad his fat b*tt equipped with heart-shaped balls. 

[Dad, dad, I can't tamper with the mission, nyaaa. This is really the requirement to awaken the skill, nyaaa...]

The little cat sensed Aon's increasingly dangerous aura and immediately shuddered from head to toe, exploding all the fur on his body. 

[Nyaaaa! I don't know anything, nyaaa! Don't blame me, nyaaa!] 

For the sake of his face and the fluffy fur, Aon had no choice but to relent. 

[Okay, okay, don't cry! You're so cowardly and a crybaby! How about I call you Snot?] 

"Snot" almost twisted his body and clawed Aon's face with all of his might. 

[Nyaaa! Call me Xing Xing, nyaaa! Xing means a star!] 

What a fitting name for a superstar system. 

[Okay, Xing Snot. I just need to make other zombies praise this guy, no matter what the method, right?] 

Aon relaxed his palm and Xing Xing quickly took back his tail. He immediately tucked his tail between his balls and nodded with tears in his eyes. 

[Yes, dad. The mission's deadline is in six hours, nyaaa.] 

God knew how a superpower set up a mission deadline or something. 

Aon was too lazy to inquire further for the moment and just looked down at the kneeling zombie in front of him. 

This is not an ugly, sinful creature, but his ticket to an instant plastic surgery. 

The question is, how to make a zombie guy handsome again? 

Aon rubbed his chin and tilted his head, scaring the audience who had been watching him grabbing the air and squeezing nothing. 

[ThiccDicc[: 

Is ma homie really not going crazy or hallucinating??

But an even more bizarre thing was yet to come. 

Aon suddenly squatted in front of the zombie and with one swift movement, he actually removed the zombie's lower jaw with a crack! 

The zombie was stunned. 

The system was stunned. 

The audience was also stunned. 

What kind of stun is this? 

It looked like something from a movie or a novel. 

So unscientific! 

Oh, wait, zombies are also not scientific. 

Still, the audience, the zombie and the system were so shocked that they fell silent. 

They could only watch the zombie drool all over its own clothes again while Aon cracked his fingers. 

"Duh. This body is so weak. Just removing a zombie's rotten jaw already makes me so sore."

Aon mumbled as he looked at the zombie guy's face with a frown. 

He pinched his nose with his right hand that was holding the belt and continued to examine his plastic surgery patient. 

Hum. The nose is crooked. Let's fix it. 

Enduring the contact between his skin and the zombie's skin, Aon forcefully cracked the zombie's crooked nose back to its place. 

Crack! 

Another unscientific move. 

The zombie trembled and didn't dare to move. 

Even when he didn't feel any pain, somehow, the zombie's survival instinct immediately made him obedient. 

Then, Aon, the freshly-baked plastic surgeon, continued to fiddle with the zombie's face. 

The face is rotten? Cover it with a piece of rag fabric. 

Oh, the fabric must come from the zombie's own clothes. 

So, the zombie, who was already in a rag, was almost stripped to the bone. 

The zombie endured humiliation and sexual harassment from the hooman, but the hooman didn't stop at that. 

This plastic surgeon didn't hold a knife and just used its bare fists to make a change. 

The cheekbone is bad! Change it! 

How to change? 

Beat it up until the cheek bone was deformed! 

Pa! Pa! Pa! 

The eyes were too red! 

Beat it up until it's blue and purple! 

Pa! Pa! Pa! 

The lips were dry and cracked— 

Beat it up until it is swollen and shiny! 

Pa! Pa! Pa! 

The zombie was beaten black and blue until it almost fainted on the spot. 

It suddenly had a severe allergy to humans. 

Help! Help! A zombie is being abused! The zombie's right is violated! 

Aon beat up the zombie for ten minutes straight. 

Once he was done, he clapped his palms and put his hands on his waist. 

The young man looked up and down at the zombie who was so unrecognizable with a satisfied smile. 

"Good, good. The eyes are now big, with a blue and purple eyeshadow. The cheekbone is slanted, the nose is fixed..." 

But wait. The zombie's rotten face was still too ugly! 

How to fix it? 

Hmmm....should he peel the skin to make it even? 

Before Aon could do the evil thing, the little system could not bear to see this one-sided beating anymore, so he hurriedly tried to save the zombie. 

He spoke against his conscience and lied without batting an eyelid. 

[Dad, dad, the zombie is already s-so handsome, nyaa! Now, just find two or three zombies to compliment it, nyaa!] 

This one sentence awakened the sadistic devil from his evil thoughts. 

Oh yes, he still needed to find more zombies!