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Shut-In Of The 'Dead'

Bronze WINNER of WPC#322: Male Lead: Zombie Invasion Takemi Kazuichi might very well be the luckiest and unluckiest person in the world. He was an orphan, and he was severely bullied in school. Because of that, he became a hikikomori, a shut-in. When he turned sixteen, he was adopted by a rich couple who loved him as if he was their own son. Unfortunately, they died in a plane crash, and Kazuichi never overcame his bad habits of being a shut-in, largely because of his preying relatives. Fast forward to four years later, Takemi Kazuichi still stayed in the house left by his late parents. He never bothered going to work or going out to socialize with people. For the lack of a better term, he was a rich hikikomori. He never even bothered to check the news or log in on any social media. All he did was live his life in solitude, devoid of any human interaction. One day, as he came out of the shower, he heard a strange thumping sound by the doorway. "That's weird, I didn't order any delivery today." He told himself before absent-mindedly opening the door. And what stared back didn't resemble a human at all. It was a zombie— or so that's what the first thing that came into Kazuichi's mind. Unbeknownst to him, the world had drastically changed, and he was the last one to know.

DaisukiDayoSenpai · Fantasy
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347 Chs

Breakthrough

The rumbling grew louder as the earth trembled beneath their feet. Kazuichi's head snapped up, his pulse quickening as he spotted the next wave of Aberrants on the horizon. There was no end to them. Dozens—no, hundreds—of grotesque, misshapen creatures were closing in fast, their forms twisted by the meteorite ores embedded in their flesh.

"We don't have time to rest," Ayaka muttered, her body still tense from the last battle. "More are coming."

Jurou grimaced, glancing at the distant horde. "We need to fall back. We can't hold them off forever."

Kazuichi shook his head, determination flashing in his eyes. "No. We end this here. We can't let them reach the stronghold." He flexed his fingers, the residual charge of lightning still crackling beneath his skin.

"They're slower this time," Arisu noted, her keen eyes scanning the approaching Aberrants. "But they're built like tanks."