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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
338 Chs

Lightning

The battlefield in Sector 12 was a hellscape of rotting flesh and gnarled bones, where the undead clawed and snarled at anything with a heartbeat. The stench of decay hung thick in the air, the scent mingling with the acrid tang of blood that slicked the ground beneath Kazuichi's boots. He stood amidst the wreckage, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he surveyed the carnage he had wrought.

His body felt different now—heavier, denser, yet thrumming with a newfound vitality that coursed through his veins like liquid fire. His muscles had grown, expanding with a power that was both exhilarating and terrifying. He could feel the strength coiled within them, ready to explode at a moment's notice, and yet, there was a strange calm that settled over him, a clarity that allowed him to see the battlefield with newfound precision.