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Daily Life Trapped in a Zombie VR Game

🇮🇩Anotoki
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When it comes to VR games, everyone, from gamers to the technologically adverse wanted to play them. With the advance of technology in the world, a new type of VR is released, which allows its user to enter the realm of videogames. A game about a zombie apocalypse is released the day after this new type of VR, and was an immediate success. It was a globally revered sensation at the time, a whopping 2.5 million players played the game, playing for an obscene amount of hours. It was like they never logged off. Now, a young man, who is known as Tornado online, is one of those 2.5 million players, trapped in a zombie apocalypse world. Survival is a must. Weaving through the technological reality, anything is possible. You could scrounge for food, set up shelter, or even get an undead girlfriend. ------- No one knows... Note: The story is slow-paced. . ~ . '“Uhm Tornado, why are burying yourself except your head?” Uno asked curiously. “I'm leveling up.” “...” Uno ~ ~ ~ Enjoy the book? Support the author by reading his newest works! Sleep Dance! Cover not mine! All belongs to respective owners! If you guys know the artist who create the amazing art, please let me know! I'll be surely credited the artist.
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Chapter 1 - This Is SAO With Extra Steps  || The Introduction

Tornado, now trapped inside an apocalyptic virtual reality, found something that'd change his life forever. The Golden Egg.

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"Captain Ichizora, why you naked at this very moment? Can't you pay more to your image as a captain?" She called out, snark evident in her voice.

"Vice-Captain Wan, if I could help it, I wouldn't be buck naked! Now, if you would, could you stop cutting that disgusting garlic and help me kill this guy? That would be great." He replied, with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I'm sorry, but I have absolutely no intent to help someone who can't even do something as simple as clothe themselves." She smirked, and proceeded to continue to chop garlic.

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"The explosions from Bioco are spreading to the nearby forest and unfortunately, we don't know the cause. According to our report, the smoke is highly dangerous, so survivors, wear a mask with filter type C. Stay safe out there! We're in this together. Another new‐"

The radio sat atop of a small round table. The table was often used by people playing chess, eating, or playing mahjong, but the old little radio had also made the familiar table its home.

The machines sound distorted due to lack of signal. The old machine was hooked up to an antenna, but even still, the signals strength fluctuate, and was rarely ever stable for long.

In front of the radio is two tall men, who were laying down about 5 feet apart (because they are not gay!). Their eyes were closed, and they were in a deep sleep, though that didn't make them any less dangerous. Weapons were strapped to their person, in nearly every available place. Their black vests likely contained even more deadly objects.

A smartphone buzzed from the pockets of one of the men's jeans. It was quiet, but still somehow loud enough to drag one of the men into a half-awake state. He wears a gray t-shirt with navy jeans.

Looking around for the source of infuriating buzzing, the guy eventually patted his pockets and found his phone. Someone was calling him, and he quickly answered.

"Yeah, uhm, what's up?" He yawned lazily. Barely in a sitting position, he wished he could go back to sleep. 

Yet another long yawn escaped from his mouth, and he suspected it was because of the late patrolling last night. Work sucked.

It wasn't enough that his body was tired, but his mind could barely from coherent thought. If this wasn't the freaking apocalypse, he'd just hang up the call and go back to his nap. Seriously, sleep was a necessity.

"Ey Tornado, are you slacking?" A male voice chatted from the other side of the call.

"Well gee, since you woke me up with this call, why don't you tell me? Dude, I'm like the walking dead over here, I was up so late patrolling. If I was slacking, I would not be talking to you right now." T-shirt guy replied, with a tone that conveyed it was far too early for this. 

"Well, since I'm up already, let's get right to business. Did you hear about the announcement last night?"

"Uh- no? Care to clue me in Tornado?" The mysterious voice said with a small chuckle.

"Dude, Uno, it's a wonder you're still alive." The t-shirt guy, apparently named Tornado, jabbed at his.. friend? Boss? Time would tell.

Last night's system announcement was "Attention players, a horde of zombies is coming from Seckond Dahara City District B to District C. For those who are on District C. Please prepare your weapons or run away."

"Tch you survive. It would be great if you didn't." He said with a chuckle. Tornado's lips are twitching.

"Bastard! Come here and I'll give you what it felt like to survive inside a 5x5 room from five waves of zombie hordes!"

"Come and bite me you zasshu! Muahahahah, oh yeah Tornado. Alpha Wolf just called me to tell you to head back to the base, he wants to talk something with you."

His impression of a blond hair character from the fate series is deeply carved in his heart.

"Alpha Wolf? Why? We didn't make any trouble for the last few weeks."

Could it be that they knew what both of them did? Turn on a song with a speaker then increase the volume to the max and launch fireworks as if it was a festival? There's nothing wrong with that. <-- This is what normal looks like for Tornado.

"Well aside from you launching fireworks like there was no tomorrow, Alpha Wolf didn't care. Anyway, you should head back, it looks like he is in a good mood. Maybe he'll order you for an important task."

"Is that so... Then we will head back as soon we get everything ready. See you later. Click~"