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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

Sparring Sessions

The morning sun filtered through the thick canopy of trees, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the ground below. The air was crisp, with a lingering chill that promised a warm day ahead, yet an undercurrent of tension buzzed beneath the surface. The events of the previous night were fresh in everyone's mind, and the atmosphere in the camp was thick with unspoken questions and unease.

Kazuichi, Arisu, Ayaka, Lea, and Jurou moved through the camp, their minds still reeling from the chaotic encounter with the other Hybrids. The confusion and mistrust that had led to the confrontation had left a sour taste in their mouths, and none of them could shake the feeling that something much larger was at play. They exchanged glances as they walked, each one trying to piece together the fragments of the puzzle.