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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

Towards The Ridge

The ridge loomed ahead, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. The group pressed forward, the Aberrants clawing and snapping at their heels. Kazuichi's heart pounded with a mix of fear and determination as he and the others fought through the relentless swarm.

The sounds of battle were deafening, each strike echoing across the landscape.

"Almost there!" Jurou roared, his voice strained but resolute. His sword cleaved through another Aberrant, the blade shining brightly in the dim light. The defensive aura around him flared with each swing, creating a protective barrier that deflected the Aberrants' frenzied attacks.

"I can't keep this up forever!" Ayaka shouted over the din, her daggers flashing in a deadly dance. She was visibly tired, but her resolve never wavered. Sweat dripped down her face, mingling with the grime of battle.

"Time to change tactics!" Kazuichi decided, that the need for action overrode his desire to keep his powers a secret.