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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 · Fantasi
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347 Chs

Driven To A Corner

Rage pulsed through Kazuichi's veins, the grief of seeing Kaito's lifeless body overtaken by a singular, all-consuming need to destroy the creatures responsible. His vision blurred with tears of fury as he spotted the group of mindless Hybrids lingering in the distance. There were dozens of them—shambling, soulless beasts, their vacant eyes devoid of any humanity, their claws stained with Kaito's blood.

Without hesitation, Kazuichi surged forward. His twin daggers gleamed in his hands, a deadly flash of silver in the dim forest light. His feet pounded against the earth as he charged at them, his breath ragged and his heart pounding. He didn't care about his own survival anymore—only about tearing every last one of those monsters apart.