NOTE: This will be my first novel, so I apologize if there are mistakes, if you write comments, I will look at the comments as much as I can and write accordingly and if you support me. I will be more happy
Greyhill, a small town in the northeastern United States, awoke to a quiet autumn morning. Golden leaves covered the ground, and a gentle breeze rustled through the trees. The houses were single-story, with small, well-kept gardens.
Inside one of those homes, Alaric Dawson was having breakfast with his family. His father sipped his coffee, his mother was preparing toast, and his little sister Emma was bouncing on her chair.
"Alaric, have your exam results come out yet?" his mother asked.
"Yes, Mom. I've been accepted to Ravenwood University!" Alaric replied, a proud smile spreading across his face.
It was the reward of four years of relentless effort—he had been accepted into one of the most prestigious universities.
After breakfast, Alaric returned to his room and turned on his computer to play a game. But suddenly, the screen went black, and a strange blue window appeared:
(Global System Activated)
(Assigning professions… 5%… 10%… 15%… …99%… 100%)
(The world has changed. You are now in the Apocalypse. The System will be your only guide to survive.)
(Struggle to stay alive.)
At that moment, a glowing blue screen appeared before Alaric:
(System Activated)
[Assigned Class: ZOMBIE EMPEROR (Unique)]
• Skill: Zombie Controller (Lv.1)
• Skill Limit: 1
• Skill Description: You can control zombies. Controlled zombies inherit 50% of your stats and can use your abilities and passive traits.
• Additional Note: Controlled zombies will not be attacked by other zombies.
• Additional Note: After death, your zombies can be re-summoned after 6 hours.
Alaric stared at the words, wide-eyed.
"A… unique class?" he whispered.
But before he could process it, screams and cries for help erupted from outside. He rushed to the window and saw the entire street consumed by chaos. Just then, his father's voice shouted from the next room:
"Alaric! Come here, quickly! It's madness outside!"
Alaric ran to the kitchen. His sister Emma was clinging to their mother in tears, while his father stood in front of them, clutching a kitchen knife. On the floor lay the lifeless body of a zombie. Alaric hurried to his father's side—just as two more zombies burst through the front door, charging toward them.
At that instant, another blue screen appeared in front of Alaric:
[Zombie Control Available: (1)]
(Yes / No)
Without hesitation, Alaric chose Yes. Instantly, one of the zombies froze. Alaric didn't think—he simply shouted:
"Attack!"
The controlled zombie lunged at the other, pummeling its head with savage blows until the skull shattered. New notifications filled Alaric's vision:
(Your zombie has killed a zombie: +5 XP)
(Congratulations! You've slain your first zombie: +50 XP)
(Level Up! 1 → 2)
(Controlled Zombie Limit increased by +1)
Alaric read every word carefully, realizing he could now control two zombies. His father turned to him, eyes wide.
"Alaric… are you controlling them?" he asked in disbelief.
Alaric nodded, his voice firm.
"Dad… I think this is my ability."