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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 · Fantasia
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340 Chs

The Hooded Girl of Hybrid Mountain Stronghold

Kazuichi wiped the sweat from his brow, gasping for breath amidst the wreckage of Sector 12. Bodies of Omega Zombies and Aberrants lay strewn around him, their once fearsome forms now lifeless. The battle had been grueling, but his newfound power had given him the edge needed to prevail. He glanced down at his hand, where the orb of water still floated, shimmering with an ethereal glow. Clenching his fist, he watched the water dissipate into droplets that fell to the ground.

"Guess I'm getting the hang of this…" Kazuichi muttered, a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction in his voice.

As he bent down to collect the meteorite ores from the fallen zombies, something caught his attention—a shadowy figure in the distance. Narrowing his eyes, he recognized the same hooded girl he had seen before. Standing on a hill, she watched him intently. The memory of her previous appearance sent a shiver down his spine. Who was she? And why did she seem so interested in him?