A group of staff in white lab coats moved among the laboratories, busy with their research. Theresa noticed cheering coming from one of the labs. A lab worker injected a zombie with a dose of the Eclipse Serum, causing it to manifest a new supernatural ability. Decision Maker One continued, "Now, let's return to the point I was making earlier. You said you don't understand other forms of civilization. I can tell you now. The civilizations of different species are separated by enormous barriers. "Just as ants cannot comprehend human civilization, moss cannot understand ant society—civilizations take forms that are worlds apart. Perhaps when you look up at the stars, a single nebula represents a powerful civilization in its own right. "Just as you cannot yet understand the future civilization of zombies, it is laughable for human ants to remain so confident in their own significance." Theresa listened to his words, stunned into silence. At the sight of her silence, Decision Maker One's smile grew even warmer. "Our mission is to help zombies achieve their initial stage of evolution. We welcome exceptional individuals like you to join us and help usher in a new, brilliant civilization, Number 7913." Upon hearing that final number, Theresa remained silent for three seconds, then lifted her head. "When do we start?" Her straightforward response left One momentarily taken aback. His aged eyes studied her carefully. For a fleeting moment, he seemed to doubt her, but when they met her bright, unwavering gaze, he smiled. "You truly are not a backward, ignorant human. If you are willing, I will arrange your path to evolution without delay." "Wait," Theresa interrupted. "If I become a zombie, does that mean I'd be the king?" "Of course," One said. "You would be the Starborn Order's greatest creation, and we will spare no effort to make you the strongest king. "That means you need to call everyone here. I have to evolve in front of all of you. You'll all have to welcome your king." "Very well. Within three days, I will have everyone in position." Decision Maker One's ancient eyes flickered as he looked at her. "Ten, take our future king to a room to rest."With that, his figure shimmered in the air, and the hologram vanished. After he left, Sage looked at Theresa with a complicated expression. "Are you really sure about this?" "Of course I am," she replied. "This is an incredible opportunity. I'll be contributing to civilization—and I'll be the king of a new one. Why wouldn't I do it?" Sage stared at her with an expression that looked like he was about to explode, but in the end, he said nothing and led her further inside. … This time, they passed through the grand hall, and ahead of them appeared a white corridor, identical to the one they had just passed. From the side of the hallway, Theresa could see the busy crowds below. There were about three underground levels, each filled with laboratories. All the lab workers in white coats were busy at their tasks. The underground palace resembled a massive ant colony, with corridors connecting countless rooms in every direction. Sage led her to one of the rooms. "You'll rest here." Theresa looked around the clean, neatly arranged suite. The space included a large living room, a bathroom, a bedroom, and even an expansive balcony with a view. Of course, the view was still entirely a holographic projection. No sooner had she stepped inside than several lab workers in white coats appeared, pushing a cart loaded with vials. "Decision Maker One said this is the serum you'll be injected with today," one of them said. Their voices were devoid of emotion, cold and mechanical, like those of robots. They pushed the cart to her and, in front of her, opened the box on top. Inside was an unmarked vial of serum. Sage's eyes instantly tensed when he saw it. As the vial was about to be administered, he spoke up, "Theresa, are you sure? Once the Ability-Suppressing Inhibitor is injected, there's no turning back." The lab worker's expression darkened when he heard Sage mention the name of the Ability-Suppressing Inhibitor.He turned to Sage. "Sir, don't forget the rules here." Sage met his gaze. "Sorry. I just wanted to confirm. I'll be more careful next time." The worker said nothing more. He had already drawn the serum into the syringe and began the injection into Theresa's arm. Theresa didn't flinch. She just thought to herself that these people weren't so easily trusting. They really wanted to limit her abilities first. But since she was here, she was ready. More importantly, she wasn't even afraid of the zombie virus. Everything else seemed insignificant in comparison.