It smells bad.
There are rotten corpses everywhere, and those people who was supposed to be normally walking around the city streets are nowhere to be seen.
Not a single soul can be trace, no cats, dogs, nor birds flying around.
In front was only a desolate city.
Its streets were strewn with debris, and a strong, unpleasant odor lingered in the air.
Three years have passed since the apocalypse began, triggered by the unexpected impact of a small, previously unnoticed fragment of a large asteroid.
This event plunged the entire world into chaos.
Overnight, humans transformed into ravenous zombies, while others discovered they possessed dormant genes that granted them superhuman abilities, which they could now wield at will.
However, this marked only the beginning of humanity's downfall.
In the first year of the apocalypse, mankind tested its survival skills.
In the second year of the apocalypse, mankind's society began to crumble.
In the third year of the apocalypse, mankind's hope started to wilt and perish.
This is the start of a post-apocalyptic horror novel that Hania Fill loathed.
After crafting a scathing hundred-word paragraph review, highlighting the flaws of the protagonist and the nonsensical storyline, Hania Fill left nothing behind.
He devoured the author and perhaps irritated others to no end.
In response, the author retorted, "I hope you wear my book like a tailored suit, customizing it to your own taste."
As Hania Fill gazed at the comment section, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and his strength began to fade away.
He staggered and collapsed.
Regaining his consciousness, Hania Fill was startled to find himself flooded with memories that were not his own, as if something foreign had taken residence in his mind.
He sneered after.
Heh, he actually wore it within the pages of that trash novel.
His identity became that of an unknown passerby, a mere student who was on the verge of dying near the garbage dump.
When Hania Fill was about to sort everything out, he heard a sudden mechanical and electronic voice of an advanced A.I. popped up in his mind.
[ The system binding process is complete... ]
[ Hello! Host 0009, aka My Headmaster Nine! I am your exclusive system agent, and I am happy to serve you until you reach the pinnacle of life! ]
Hania Fill was not shocked to know there was such an entity.
If he could traverse inside a book, a magical thing like a system is similar to any other upgrade novels wouldn't be too surprising.
He knows those who enter the book become the main character.
However, Hania Fill did not think so, and has no plan to pursue such nonsense.
After a lengthy exchange of questions and answers with the unknown system, Hania Fill now comprehends everything.
He had been chosen by the mastermind of a highly organized being that oversaw the small worlds.
It was due to his honest review of the trashy apocalyptic novel, which garnered many likes from fellow Quick Wearers.
Those Quick Wearers are obviously personalities who come and go inside of novels to do missions.
But Hania Fill is not one of them
As long as he could fulfill the tasks issued by this unknown system, he could return to his original world and reap generous rewards.
Such a fortunate opportunity might evoke strong emotions in others, but for Hania Fill, it sounded nothing but trouble.
While there were no longer any family members awaiting him in his original world, the wealth left behind by his parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents needed to be dealt with properly before he could rest in peace from his world entirely.
"System, what tasks do you require of me?"
[ "Good host! Our mission is to become the greatest headmaster of the apocalypse, to establish numerous schools, and to encourage everyone to pursue education! " ]
[ "To reach life's peak, we must study and learn. Knowledge is power for all! " ]
The system explained their department slogan enthusiastically.
The system's goal is to construct a formidable school in the apocalypse and assist its host in becoming the greatest headmaster at the end of the world.
Academic Life Achiever Infrastructure System, also known among its peers as ALAIS, was highly pleased with the chosen host this time.
Although the current host wasn't the easiest to converse with, the person wasn't causing a scene like most hosts ALAIS encountered.
This host isn't a crybaby like Headmaster Four.
Not a killer freak like Headmaster Six.
Headmaster Nine is a high-quality host that ALAIS believes in.
As the system on his head delved into its analysis beyond its new host's personality, Hania Fill halted in front of an unfinished construction of a mall.
From the first floor to the eighth floor, glass adorned the structure, but the upper levels remained bare with minimal design.
Perhaps before the apocalypse, migrant workers frequented this area, but now only their abandoned tools and machines litter the scene.
The red stains on the surface hinted at the dried blood of unfortunate victims who succumbed to chaos on the first day of the apocalypse.
Overall, the location was a chaotic mess.
["Novice land allocation detected!"]
["Headmaster Nine, please designate the land territory for your future school grounds."]
The system issued its first task notification.
A light blue square panel screen appeared in front of him, reminiscent of futuristic technology Hania Fill had only seen in sci-fi movies.
However, this one displayed a game prototype information homepage where one could see the player's level, attributes, mission tasks, stores, ranking, and other options, akin to a game main page.
Hania Fill is already in his thirties, a pure serious capitalist CEO who works 9 to 5 and the type of person who can be teased as his wife is his work.
So, he has no time to play games on his mobile phone to begin with, and his childhood was not colorful enough.
Still, he has ideas of game structure, thanks to his female secretary who always likes to play one during her breaks.
Hania Fill easily navigated the panel screen called School Designer Infrastructure. The first mission was to claim the land designated by the system. This would be the school ground for his first school building.
Looking around the unfinished building, the system confirmed there were no signs of human beings in this city anymore, and the zombies were far from where he stood.
He could start marking his territory without any fear of being seen by normal people.