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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
Not enough ratings
347 Chs

Suicidal

Kazuichi staggered back, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he wiped a line of blood from his lip. The fight had been grueling, pushing him to his limits. Ryoma, with his Detonate Blood Art and Ground Element, was more than just powerful—he was relentless. But as Kazuichi caught his breath, he knew he had no choice. This fight wasn't just about testing strength anymore, it had become about proving something to himself.

With a steady hand, Kazuichi reached into his pocket, fingers curling around the cold, jagged surface of a meteorite fragment. He pulled it out, the small stone glinting in the dim light of the dying sun. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline still surging through him from the heat of battle. Without hesitation, he raised the fragment to his lips and bit down, the mineral crunching between his teeth.