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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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Victory

A wave of overwhelming relief filled the group as they stood in the aftermath of their victory over the Omega Zombie. Kazuichi's hands still trembled from the adrenaline, but the battle wasn't over yet. The sky above was darkening, not with the coming of night, but with the unmistakable swarm of Aberrants closing in. Their screeches echoed through the forest like a haunting melody, and the ground vibrated under their sheer numbers.

"They're not going to let us rest, huh?" Jurou muttered, gripping his sword tighter. His eyes scanned the treeline as shadows darted between the trunks. "I guess we pissed them off by taking out their leader."

"More like we just woke them up," Ayaka said grimly, twirling her daggers as her stance widened. Her sharp gaze locked onto the incoming horde. "Here they come!"