《Psycho in an Unfortunate Apocalypse》 Chapter one Here is my first fiction I''ve made, please be gentle fufu~ ~~~~Classroom in college~~~~~ ¡°¡­.and the celestial sphere is used by astronomers to help gauge distances from one star to another, and there are also different uses such as¡­¡± Ugh so boring, why did I sign up for this class? Oh, I remember! The teacher is a raven haired woman I have only ever fantasized about that would make all of my previous wet dreams look like grandmothers giving oral sex without their false teeth on compared to her sexy figure moving around that teacher¡¯s podium. Yeah I might sound weird, but if you saw this lady I would give you my entire life savings - which amounts to 3 boxes of condoms -i f you can look at her bend over to pick up the pen without getting hard. Ah, what am I saying, the pervert has unleashed itself from within me and I¡¯m having trouble reigning him in! Well that¡¯s only one thing among my many tendencies that has made me a loner since I can remember. There¡¯s time to talk about that later though. Ohhhh my reliable wingman Mr. Air Conditioner has made his move! She is starting to get hot and the coat that stands in the way between my hungry eyes and her bountiful bosom is removing itself! To tell you the truth the only thing I learned in astronomy from her is when she mentions the words ¡®Big Bang¡¯ if you know what I mean. Anyways, class is over and I¡¯m getting up and smirking at the guys who are leaning forwards trying to hide their traitorous snakes that want to roam the ¡®fields¡¯ of our professor, Dr. Akane. That¡¯s not her last name so I used the first name. Furthermore she is my neighbor and our neighborhood is actually about 2km away from the university. Sometimes I stalk *ahem* make sure she doesn¡¯t get mugged on her way back to her house. After leaving class I decide to go home first since the rest of my classes are too boring. Now it¡¯s time for some info about myself! I am 22 years old and I live in Japan, going to a university right now since my father insisted to. When I was around 10 yrs old I was deemed ¡®mentally unstable¡¯. Ah, it was good times that¡¯s for sure¡­ I was with my dad at an amusement park, eating the best damn chocolate ice cream a kid could possibly have. My oral orgasm only lasted for a mere moment before some jackass bumped into me, ruining the hallmark moment that was going on. What is worse is he was completely oblivious to the desecration of my sacred holy artifact, and the vessel it sat upon! The cone dammit! Unable to stand by and watch this blasphemy, I picked up a metal trash can with my herculean strength and slayed my opponent! Actually, I knocked over the metal trash can and rolled it right into the bastard¡¯s legs. While he was dazed and confused I proceeded to kick his face like it was a vintage car that broke down in the middle of an intersection. Even with his constant begging I didn¡¯t let up and the security staff had to separate us before ugly face becomes even more hideous. Thankfully he didn¡¯t press charges. That might have to do with the hush money my dad payed him. As for my family background: My dad is a big corporate CEO for some serious international trade company. Some of the things they do is shadier than an elephant¡¯s crotch. Fortunately for me, my dad and his all-omnipotent and underhanded methods gave him the chance to make our basement a ¡®weapons wonderland¡¯ even in a strict anti-gun Japan. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Guns of all different nationalities, knives and swords that would make a serial killer die from over-exertion climaxing in his nether regions, and a lot of miscellaneous items too. Hitler would be proud. You may ask dear reader, why am I mentioning such things to you? Well, don¡¯t, and shut the fuck up because I¡¯m getting to it dammit. ~~~~At home~~~~ Uwahhh I¡¯m so bored, I wish I could just go over to Dr. Akane¡¯s house and show her my own big bang theory with her, right on the floor of her kitchen. Now this is where life goes to hell in a poorly-made handbasket. *Bam!* *Bam!* *Bam!* Someone is falcon-punching my fucking front door instead of knocking like any other person would do. Getting up, I look on the wall next to the front door where there is a tv display of my front porch. It¡¯s a security system measure for my house. And I¡¯m also paranoid in case the cops come I might get a head start on escape huhuhu. Anyways what I see is some guy with blood all over his chest like a fucking serial killer and he is trying to break in. Like hell I¡¯m opening the door and saying ¡°Hey there neighbor, did you break your ketchup bottle on accident?¡± If horror movies taught me one thing, it¡¯s that the ones who die are the ones who open the door. Or the stupid blonde actresses who are only hired to be there for the sex-scenes that get disturbed by the serial-killer character. Fortunately I don¡¯t fall under either categories, so without further ado, I run back to my basement armory and grab my favorite gun ¡®The Judge¡¯. A revolver that shoots .410 shotgun shells! If this psycho wants to fight me, then he should be prepared to face an equally talented psycho. Time to shoot first and fuck the questions later. After loading up The Judge, I make my way back to the noisy asshole still pummeling my door. After a moment of pause and a predatory glint in my eyes, I swing the door open to get a good look at the idiot. My sanity eludes me ¨C not like it was there in the first place ¨C when I see his face up close and uncomfortably personal. His eyes are glazed over white and his grin becomes a full-on hungry smile, complete with bad breath and bloody teeth. He takes the pause as an opportunity and tries to tackle me while chomping his jaws like a damn prehistoric carnivore. Lucky for me though, my trusty revolver barrel connects with his chest, and I pull the trigger shooting a hole through his heart. *BLAM!* *growl* Holy shit! He is still coming after me! This time I back up a few steps and unload another round into his head, splattering brain matter all over the floor with a red cloud of blood exiting from his skull. Finally he slumps over, twitches a bit then dies. Just to make sure I empty the rest of the rounds into his chest cavity until I¡¯m thoroughly satisfied. Now that he is meat paste, I take a seat next to him and start to connect the dots. Savage behavior and the need to eat human flesh, check. Headshot is insta-kill, check. Glazed over eyes and loss of self-awareness, check. Yep I just killed a genuine, true-blue zombie. Damn that¡¯s cool. But who the hell is going to clean this mess up? Chapter two So, I''m adding another one today, since I had a bad day...College final exams. Need to study moar lol [th_096_K.gif] Btw, my chapters will be small in length but I''ll try to post a lot. -------- ~~~~~Inside Shiro¡¯s house~~~~~ I left the rotting zombie corpse sprawled on the floor in all of its meat-pie glory. Right after I finished him off I realized that with sound comes zombies, and with zombies comes interruptions for my planning and outfitting myself. I¡¯m going to go see professor Akane in a little bit huhuhu, but first I need to get my gear together and get rid of my psychological illness medication. This is going to prove hella tough to endure for the next week or two. I¡¯m quitting cold turkey which is NOT advised for anyone that takes as much medication each day as me. It reminds me of one time I tried to quit cold turkey for a few days to see what happened. Damn that was crazy. The backlash starts with severe headaches, then after a while enters the stage where your whole body feels like when you have that moment where your leg is asleep. However your whole body gets that feeling and it¡¯s harder to move. After that your senses start to distort and you feel like you¡¯re watching yourself move like watching a tv of yourself doing the moving. Or like when you play a shooting game and you¡¯re in 3rd person mode. The next stage is worse, your vision blurs and you fade in and out of consciousness. Usually this wouldn¡¯t happen to most people who take these types of meds, however the sheer amount of different prescriptions I intake makes it the problem. In some cases people who take more than I do have been known to go into a coma or have some sort of heart problem that could be fatal. The one thing I¡¯m worried about but equally excited for, is how fucked up I¡¯m going to be without my meds. Hehehe thank goodness law enforcement is in the shitter. [A/N: The medicine scenario I put there is actually from my own experience -.- Needless to say it earned me some long quality time with Mr. Padded Cell. Ahh good times¡­] The way to counter the symptoms above I have decided to shoot some adrenaline doses in scheduled intervals during the day (the adrenaline is thanks to my dad). I¡¯m not a doctor but that¡¯s the best I can think of. I¡¯ll be junkie if it means more time slaying some undead kekeke. Anyways, I trash all of my prescription bottles and scurry down into my homemade military armory. After gazing at the many lockers and walls of guns with sparkling eyes I go to one of the clothing lockers. Inside is a custom black tactical suit that the national military¡¯s all over the world would drool over. It took my dad¡¯s Research & Development department 3 years to perfect and it took an astronomical sum of money to create. My dad is filthy rich and he gave it to me for a Christmas present. A father who gives his son state of the art body armor when his son is a psychopath/sociopath. Not very smart eh? It should provide protection from the jaws of zombies though. At least I fucking hope so. [A/N: here is a photo of what I¡¯m talking about. Just without the helmet. http://cdn.obsidianportal.com/assets/219707/Infiltrax.jpg] A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation. Now it¡¯s time for the real pain in the ass: At the very end of the locker room is a door that my mom (bless her heart, may she rest in peace) told me never to open. Well, she died in a convenient store robbery when I was 8 (which made my dad stock up on guns since then) and it¡¯s been a long time so I guess its okay just to give it a small peek. Opening the old door with a creepy *creeeeeaaak* I look inside and see the last thing I would have expected. My mother¡¯s family heirloom a katana, the real version of Muramasa. She told me that this one is the one that is actually cursed and not the one sitting at the Tokyo National Museum. Apparently her family has been passing it down from generation to generation making sure no one swiped it and tried to hold it. Since the legend says that Muramasa makes the wielder go ape-shit ballistic and can¡¯t distinguish friend from foe. Adding to that the fact that when the sword is unsheathed it has to draw blood before it can be sheathed again. Making it a cursed sword that no one should touch. Hehe if it makes a person go crazy, what happens if the person is already all kinds of fucked up crazy? To hell with it I guess I should try¡­ I grab the sword like a child with a getting his Christmas present and immediately hear, KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL! KILL EVERYONE, KILL EM ALL! COME ON MOTHERFU- ¡°Oi, shut up you¡¯re too noisy.¡± Eh? You¡¯re not going batshit crazy? ¡°Too late. By like, 12 years.¡± Bwahahaha that¡¯s amazing! You¡¯re the first one to resist the bloodlust! Hmm, give me a sec let me try again¡­ Suddenly my vision goes black, then as if I¡¯m watching a movie there is a battlefield with opposing armies that seem to have a temporary truce with each other and trying to slay one guy. The man is young and has white hair, swinging the sword in a shower of blood and guts fighting several people at one time. I get dizzy because my view switches from one soldier to the next after the soldier whose eyes I¡¯m looking through gets decapitated or split in two. Am I supposed to be going insane from this? Personally I wish I could just make my own ghost form and summon some popcorn and watch the carnage! This is some quality shit that even the best film companies can¡¯t make. Might as well watch the guy and try to learn some pointers for when I get to wield this badass sword¡­ ~~~Muramasa POV~~~~ ¡­This kid¡­ He¡¯s not even batting an eye after going through thousands of soldiers visions of deaths! I can hear his inner thoughts too, so I know how unstable that little monster kid is. Things such as, ¡®Oh fuck yeah! I think I made it to the thousand soldier mark!¡¯ Or, ¡®Ehhh, why doesn¡¯t he dice the guy up like sushi instead of stabbing his chest?¡¯ Even, ¡®Damn, he cut that guy¡¯s dong off, poor guy, I should have thought of that¡­¡¯ I think I found a devil in human skin¡­ --------------------------------------------- Professor Akane next chapter kekeke Chapter three Iyaa I didn''t get around to making Akane''s part yet because of all of the editing and reworking Shiro''s character screen status thingy. Please have mercy, do not slaughter me in the comments like Hitler on a bad monday! [th_009_v2.gif] italic = muramasa talking [ x ] = me doing author note '' x '' = inner thoughts ------------- ~~~~~Shortly after Shiro wakes up from Muramasa¡¯s feeble attempt at corrupting his mind~~~~~ ¡°Oya, someone¡¯s pouting like a baby. Masa-chan, how many soldiers did I teleport through before they finally killed the guy?¡± Masa-chan?! Che, shitty brat it should be Muramasa-sama! And you went through 16,221 soldiers death experiences. ¡°That sounds too troublesome, Masa-chan sounds better, plus you were acting like a little kid when I woke up fufu~. Ah, but I was close in my estimate of the soldiers, I was thinking around 15,000.¡± Muramasa is doing his best version of a sword sulking. Well I¡¯m sure a bit of zombie hunting will get him back in the mood. Right now the time is 11:59 AM and about to b¡ª Greetings, disgusting insects whose race I don¡¯t care to remember the name of! However you should know my name as Odin¡­nah just kidding my name is God and I felt like popping open an ¡®Apocalypse in a Box¡¯ that I got from my friend a few years back. Earth seemed like a great place to use it so, Bam! Here you all are, if not dead, you will get an ¡®upgrade¡¯ like in an RPG that you mortals love. The system will give you classes based on many things such as past memories, talents you have had since birth, or behavioral tendencies and character quality. Note that zombies will get stronger and some might evolve later on. Also, you may buy upgrades for yourself in the ¡®status¡¯ menu. The currency should be easy enough for you lesser insects among the already populated insects to understand. It is called ¡®M¡¯ for money. Anyone right now who has the attention span to read this far I congratulate you! You will start out with 1000M. Now you can go ahead and scurry along like the little cockroaches you are, while I watch and laugh at your incompetence, Bwahahaha, sorry I¡¯m having trouble keeping it in¡­hahaha¡­oh my, the look on your faces is just pricele¡ª ¡°Fuck you, you god damn divine dick-headed deadbeat dumbfuck!!! Argh, where the hell is the closest shrine, I¡¯m gonna do ¡®Desecration by defecation!¡¯ System Message: //Processing memories¡­. ¡­processing complete: memories show sorry-ass life with several events involving violence //Searching talents¡­ ¡­searching complete: talents include keen eyes used every day to ogle women from different angles, second one is superior learning of knowledge involving guns and effective use, third is innate sexual stamina built with years of perverted, lonely acts of pleasure. //Scanning brain for psychological state¡­ ¡­scan ERROR: Du3 t0 c0rrupt m1nd, 1nf0rmat1on 1s in5uff1cient--#@^$#@!6 $% //Analysis of proper class complete¡­ ¡­System Shutdown & Restart¡­Initiating¡­ Ugh, what the hell, why am I on the ground? Damn my right eye feels like a metal ball is in the socket instead of a regular eyeball. ¡°Oi Masa-chan how long was I out for?¡± Tsk, irresponsible brat, you were unconscious for about half an hour and you might want to look in the mirror. ¡°I¡¯m not sure why I would do that, I already know I¡¯m the handsomest devil in the world hehe.¡± I walk over to a mirror and feel lighter than usual, as if I could jump over the North Korean border. And seeing myself in the mirror makes me let out a loud *Gulp* My hair is white while my right eye is a shiny chrome color with a red glow for the iris. I feel like the Term*nator, but look more badass. Also on my forehead there are metal pieces that make me look kind of like a half-cyborg. [A/N: ok so the best I can find from the internet to give you an example is this metal gear solid pic. Just imagine him without the bandana/eyepatch thingy on. http://www.hdwallpapersnew.net/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/raiden-metal-gear-rising-revengeance-game-new-wide-wallpapers-desktop-free.jpg] This is unbelievable! I¡¯m so going to get laid! Ah, maybe I should be figuring out what¡¯s going on first. Let me try thinking of ye old word ¡®Status¡¯ Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators! Name: Shiro Fujiwara Age: 22 Level: 1 Race: Demi-Cyborg Class: Gun-schizo (schizophrenia) Titles: <¡®Masa-chans¡¯ Master> Strength: 13 Stamina: 14 Vitality: 13 Agility: 16 Intelligence: 16 CURRENCY: 1000M {Skills} {Start at beginner, intermediate, advanced, master} {Each stage has 5 lvls} System notice: due to previous experiences some skills may be above beginner lvl 1 Dynamic Vision (Passive, beg. lvl 1) [because of his new eye] Sexual Stamina (Passive, beg. lvl 5) [because of the ¡®fapping exercises¡¯] Lie Detector (Passive, mas. lvl 5) [he has been going to counselors and psychologists for years, learning how to tell. Including his father who taught him how to be aware of sly businessmen] New Active skill Berserk has evolved into Controlled Berserk due to previous experiences. Controlled berserk allows you to distinguish friend from foe. Controlled Berserk (Active, beg. lvl 1) [extra info: Dynamic vision skill turns him into a sharpshooter with any gun. So basically he can get a headshot with a pistol while running, jumping, etc. Controlled berserk gives him a boost of strength for a short amount of time.] {Titles} {Ranks: common, uncommon, rare, unique, legendary, god} A Lost Cause: Due to your psychological issues growing up, your fellow peers left you alone so you distanced yourself from everyone else. To help counteract that issue a mini-map display is given to you. This title is ¡®Unique¡¯ rank ¡®Masa-chans¡¯ Master: For taming a cursed weapon [lol] you will not die of disease. Other factors in death still apply of course. This title is ¡®Legendary¡¯ rank Insanity Incarnate: For being the only person to fuck up the system brain scan process you have received this title which will make people you meet unconsciously think you¡¯re insane and want to pitch in money to help buy you a straitjacket. This title is ¡®God¡¯ rank {Race: Demi-cyborg} This race is given to those who don¡¯t think and act like the average human and also relied heavily on technology before the shit hit the fan. There are more prerequisites must be completed before become a demi-cyborg than those two. A demi-cyborg has a faster reaction time and can upgrade parts of their body. Example: some of your bones are made of aluminum, but you want to upgrade. Spend your ¡®M¡¯ and upgrade to a strengthened version of carbon-fiber. Other upgrade costs vary. Huge increase in resistance to shock damage. Total population of Demi-cyborgs now alive: 356. {Class: gun-schizo} A Legendary rank class that can be upgraded in the future. This class focuses on fighting with guns and occasional sword attacks. The advantage of this gun class is that you do not have a form you must follow. Unlike an archer who has to sit at the back and shoot arrows in safety, you can run in guns blazing, not giving a flying fuck as to what¡¯s going on. It is a class that focuses on unrestrained movement and erratic attacks for maximum damage. Your body is strengthened by the class and speed is increased as well. Changes to these two will be made more apparent later on as you level up. ----------- Phew, so I am stuck on what to make Akane''s class. As for race I think I got that figured out. I''m going to put a poll up with a few options. Chapter four Here is the next chapter, hope you like it! Btw, for the ones who enjoy(?) this fiction, the religion I might refer to I do not mean to piss you off on purpose (if I did), I cannot imagine how you feel however, since I am a devout believer of the god of wifi, God Wifficus, may he reign supreme for all eternity! Anyways, on with the story for those who actually read this small paragraph¡­ -------------------------------------------------------------------------- italic = muramasa talking " x " = speaking '' x '' = thinking [ x ] = author note! ~~~~~Professor Akane¡¯s house, Akane POV~~~~~ Muu, every time I come home after teaching I feel like I need to take a shower because of their blatant lust-filled eyes! Every time I drop a pen to pick up it¡¯s like they are going to blow their load. I swear, I could probably make three times as much money as a model or even a pornstar instead of a teacher. Nah, I¡¯ll probably get sued by a bunch of wives who never get any action anymore once I make videos. Uwah that sounded narcissistic! Damn, I blame it on those horndogs! Anyways I go and take my lust-radiation-clothes off and take a shower. Speaking of horndogs, my neighbor who is one of my students has been stalking me. At first I thought he was going to mug me but after a while I realized he just looked but never harmed me. Well there was this one time where a stranger grabbed my ass so I slapped him and he ran off. I kept walking and could have sworn I heard a ¡®No, please have mercy!¡¯ then a bunch of odd punching noises mixed with a ¡®Mwahahaha only I get to grab that goddess¡¯ ass, you gutter monkey!¡¯ However I just wrote it off as some random perverts doing some kind of battle concerning some deity. [A/N: you were partially correct] As my flashback ended I did my daily scrubbing off the ¡®ogle-particles¡¯ clinging to my skin and start other women necessities . Then I dried myself off with a towel and sat bare naked on my couch to watch TV. That is, until a blue screen decided to interrupt¡­ Greetings, disgusting insects whose race I don¡¯t care to remember the name of! However you should know my name as Odin¡­nah just kidding my name is God and I felt like popping open an ¡®Apocalypse in a Box¡¯ that I got from my friend a few years back..................................the look on your faces is just priceless, hohoho many of you have already exited out of the screen and cursed me. Ah there is even a group of people gathering so start a march to a church while carrying Molotov cocktails! Well anyways, your god (me) has forsaken you but wishes you the best of luck for your shitty lives! Bwahahaha a suicide bomber just took off his vest and threw it down yelling ¡°Fucka you Allah!!!¡± And he accidentally hit the switch and blew himself up hahaha!!! Oh man this is gre¡ª I never thought God would be a whackjob like this. I even offered money to the bastard at a church a few times! Well, nothing a few pornos couldn¡¯t fix if I tried¡ª System Message: //Processing memories¡­. ¡­processing complete: memories show a sheltered lifestyle in safety, while being the target of many sexual offenders [most of which were ¡®mysteriously¡¯ taken care of] //Searching talents¡­ ¡­searching complete: talents include knowledge of telescopes and application of them, second one is ability to keep a calm mind under intense scrutiny from hormone fueled men...and some women, third is unintentionally flaunting your sex appeal daily, resulting in an increase of tissue paper sales annually. //Scanning brain for psychological state¡­ ¡­scan complete: scan shows you are an egotistical, narcissistic, and cynical human being that tries to keep those emotions at bay. You secretly enjoy these stares from others and bask in the limelight of it all. You are a whore. A smart whore though, with a doctorate in astronomy. Let¡¯s face it, you only became a teacher because it is the most professional strategy to lure students into your sex den. //Analysis of proper class complete¡­ ¡­System Shutdown & Restart¡­Initiating¡­ Dammit where the hell is my sak¨¦, I¡¯m going to make me a fucking truckload of Molotov cocktails!! The burning of Rome is going to look like a fucking campfire compared to what I¡¯m about to unleash! Then I look in the mirror and dispel all thoughts of arson from my mind. Holy shit I look hot! If people said I was a goddess before, then now I¡¯m like a devil that will fuck you in exchange for your soul. Wha- oh no way, I can¡¯t be a....¡¯Status?¡¯ Name: Akane Iwasaki Age: 28 Level: 1 Race: Demi-Succubus Class: Sniper marksman Titles: Strength: 15 Stamina: 16 Vitality: 13 Agility: 12 Intelligence: 18 Currency: 1000M This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. {Skills} {beginner, int, adv, mas} {5 lvl per stage} Precision (passive, beg. Lvl 1) [to shoot wherever on the body she wants (or sees) even when enemy is moving fast] Heightened Sex (passive, adv. lvl 1) [her racial skill, makes it better hehe] Camouflage (active beg. lvl 1) (created from title: Hidden Whore) [when she stays still to snipe she blends into surroundings (like a chameleon, or snake from metal gear solid, lol] {Titles} {common, uncommon, rare, unique, legendary, god} Hidden Whore: For never showing your disgusting side to others you have gained this title and it comes with skill ¡®Camouflage¡¯. This title is ¡®Rare¡¯ rank Claimed by a Psycho: For being followed by a human for years, that acts as a fucked up version of a ¡®Guardian Angel¡¯ he has proclaimed you as his woman. When you are in a ¡®party¡¯ with him both of your stats will increase by 10%. Name of psycho: Shiro Fujiwara {Race: Demi-Succubus} This race is not the full version of a succubus. You still have a normal human form although the aura you give off causes even both genders to view you as the sexiest being they have laid their filthy eyes on. To become a Demi-Succubus requires at least one previous stalker, and an egotistical mindset, along with voluptuous breasts and a stunning body. Total population of Demi-Succubae now alive: 24,369. {Class: Sniper marksman} A Unique rank class that can be upgraded in the future. The fighting style bases itself on using a sniper rifle. Example: rifle ammo size must be above 6.8mm. Of course the larger the size the more damage inflicted. Preferred size ammo is .50cal. When you shoot you should be far enough from the combat zone to pick off the enemies without drawing too much aggro. Furthermore the gun should be mounted for most effective accuracy. This class was given due to vast experience handling scopes during your life. Increased strength for carrying heavy rifle, increased stamina to carry heavy rifle longer, and increased intelligence for previous knowledge about the main aspects of the class. After reading all of the details of my class it¡¯s getting really annoying hearing I¡¯m a whore all the time! Before I can get pissed further, a loud crash, groan and shuffling can be heard near my front door. I run out of my den and to the front door and see a gruesome bloody person who knocked down my door. That door was made from mahogany wood! How the hell did he break that!? Unfortunately, thinking about my sturdy (not anymore), expensive door, gives him the chance he needs to close the gap between the both of us and shove me down trying to bite me. Ugh, his breath smells so bad it could be used as a weapon of mass destruction. Apparently my new strength is enough to hold him off for now, but the situation is rapidly deteriorating. Literally. Until I turn my head and see a man run up to the entrance of the door with an¡­over-sized revolver and katana?! Wait, he looks familiar? ¡°Are you my student Shiro Fujiwara?!¡± Ah he has come here to save me! Why do I feel like his name has something to do with the system? He''s the Psycho! ~~~~~~Shiro Fujiwara POV~~~~~ I made it over to professor Akane¡¯s house huhuhu. Time to say hello~. I¡¯m at the entrance now and see a zombie on top of her trying to rip her throat out. Damn is it just me or did she just break the threshold for sexiest woman on the planet? And she is bare ass naked! Aha! This is my chance! ¡°Yes, it¡¯s me Dr. Akane, and it looks like you could use some help?¡± ¡°Y-yes of course just please kill this ugly thing!¡± Plan begin! ¡°Oya that sounds like a good idea however I can¡¯t just go around saving people for free you know?¡± She¡¯s still struggling with the ever-so hungry intruder while giving me an expression like ¡®Really? I¡¯m dying here!¡¯ ¡°Fine! What do you want? Just hurry the hell up!¡± ¡°Hmmm¡­.how about you be my wife from now on? Oh and call me Husband or Hubby.¡± ¡°You¡¯re kidding right?! Why would I marry you?!¡± She is shouting in defiance however, *Growl!* the zombie is getting closer to her neck and she is almost out of time¡­ ¡°Tick tock, keep your eyes on the clock~¡± ¡°Ahhh dammit, ok ok H-h-husband just get this fucker off of me!!¡± System Notice: Shiro Fujiwara and Akane Iwasaki are now married. While married both husband and wife will know the general direction of where each other are. Congratulations puny insects. Good luck attempting a honeymoon kekeke. ¡°Don¡¯t worry wife, I got this hehehe. Oi, Masa-chan, say aaaaaaa~.¡± Unsheathing Muramasa, I decapitate the zombie and kick its head across the hallway at the same time. Unfortunately the blood splashes all over her. Is it weird that I think it helps her sex appeal? I never really give a shit what''s weird and what isn''t anyways. Then,oddly, I hear in grumpy mumble, Itadakimasu, smug bastard. ---------------------- Next chapter will have fight scenes don¡¯t worry~ Time to show to the might of a demi-cyborg and a sniper fufu~