I'm Zeraph Nindine. A nerd otaku. Nothing much achieved in life. Heavily obsessed with anime and manga. So much that I ruined my other jobs.
I was just a normal guy living under a roof all alone. No one to take care for me or no one to take care of them. My room was screaming the nerdiness and what people call, "an otaku."
My whole life, I didn't have any friends, all my closest family died and all their money went to me. So I'm sitting in that room with millions in my bank account from their wills. They were all successful. And I was not.
And I thrived from their deaths.
I used their money to buy any pleasure that I could buy. Multiple streaming channels, buying cars, a decent house for me to live in while I use 50% of that house for my collection. Figurines, poster, pillow cases and everything that you can think of. But not people. I hated anyone that was by my side.
