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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
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Third Time's The Charm

Hayato moved southward with ruthless efficiency, leaving a path of destruction in his wake. The barren landscape of desolation stretched before him, marked by remnants of past battles, skeletal remains, and scorched earth. His gaze was fixed on his goal—the ancient stronghold that lay on the horizon, half-buried in dust and ruin, but still formidable, standing defiantly against time.

But soon, that stronghold would be his.

As he crept through the dense forest edging the stronghold, Hayato's senses sharpened, every step calculated, silent. He could feel the power thrumming through his veins, ignited by the knowledge of his army gathering, swelling in strength with each passing day. The thrill of conquest coursed through him, his blood pounding as he approached the boundary wall.