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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 · Fantaisie
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347 Chs

Jurou's Daily

Morning sunlight filtered through the stronghold's high windows, casting a gentle warmth across the stone hallways and sparking an amber glow in the dust motes that danced in the air. Jurou moved quietly, his footsteps softened by years of practice as Kazuichi's attendant. He had once been known as the "shadow" of Kazuichi's family, and he still retained his poised, reserved nature. Now, as he walked, he adjusted the collar of his jacket, his gaze scanning each hallway in the meticulous way he'd never let go. Old habits die hard.

Stepping into the central hall, he saw the bustling morning activity as residents and allies gathered for another day's tasks. Yet, despite the changes in life here, Jurou felt a calm detachment from the lively chatter. His role, after all, was one of quiet service and vigilance, watching over the stronghold and, most importantly, over Kazuichi—the one he still respectfully addressed as "young master."