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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.

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An Organized Group

Determined and resolute, Kazuichi tightened his grip on his sword, the familiar weight grounding him as he stepped forward. A fierce determination burned within him, igniting a fire that made his blood hum with anticipation. Whatever lay ahead, he would confront it head-on. With the army of mindless Hybrids surging forward like a dark tide, he drew upon the full extent of his Hybrid capabilities, ready to unleash his Synthesis Blood Art alongside his mastery of Water and Lightning elements.

Surging energy flowed through his veins, each pulse invigorating him with power. "Time to show them what a Dement can do," he muttered under his breath, the words a rallying cry in the midst of chaos. With a swift motion, he activated his Blood Art, feeling the familiar rush as muscle fibers extended and coiled around his limbs, heightening his strength and agility. An aura of shimmering energy enveloped him, glimmering like stars against the encroaching darkness.