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An annoyed hand swatted at the buzzing fly with fierce force. The tiny menace dodged the hand by flying up and circled around to the pile of garbage at the bottom. As its incessant buzzing closed in again, the man lying atop the pile of garbage slowly came to his senses.

A splitting headache hit him before he could even try to open his eyes. It seemed like only his pain receptors had woken up. No, there was an even worse sensation crawling upon him.

"Ah, fuck!" The man sat up and covered his nose and mouth in one fell swoop. The stench of wet and dry waste sticking out of the torn garbage bags stuck to him like sweat on a summer day. It seemed someone had a nasty monster meat meal yesterday, as even blood and rotting flesh had latched onto him. Holding back the contents of his stomach in his mouth, the man stood up in a fluster and stepped away from the pile of garbage.

Unfortunately, the pain in his head was still too great to ignore, and he had to stop and lean on the wall next to him.

The third month.

On this day of his third month in this world, the Otherworlder had woken up in a dark alleyway filled with trash piling from at least a week.

"I drank too much — Aughh." Unable to hold back, the Otherworlder vomited out the blended mix of deep-fried, half-digested meat and whiskey of a dozen brands with a side of sauces from last night.

The Otherworlder's mouth burned, and his stomach gurgled. His arms and legs were lacking in strength, and the headache certainly didn't help. A warm bath and a clean sheet would have done, but he just had to wake up in a pile of garbage.

"Fuck."

Every day was one trouble after another.

"… This truly is the den of misfortune."

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At the dawn of the new day, when the dark of night and the glow of the morning merged in the twilight, a single person covered in a black robe ran down the streets. His messy long hair swayed as he clutched a black book in his hands.

"Stop right there!"

His path was blocked by a blonde man in shining armor. The blonde warrior's hair glowed under the scant light of the sun, while his pure white sword glimmered to intimidate its opponent.

"Necromancer Shil. This is the end. Give up now." The warrior proclaimed.

"Kek! Kekeke! You, you say this is the end?! Correct! Correct! I was luring you here all along!"

The warrior reeled back in confusion at the man's words. Without wasting a breath, Necromancer Shil raised his hand and poured his mana into the black tome. A dark glow rose as a magic circle formed on the very ground with the blonde warrior at its center.

"Stupid, stupid, knight! Now d-die for your justice! This is what this wretched world deserves. Everyone should die!"

The dark glow formed a miasma and circled around the knight's legs, draining away all his energy. The knight grunted and tried to move ahead, but was sealed in the spot.

"Necromancer! You won't escape. Even if I fall here…" In a moment of extreme desperation, the knight summoned all the strength in his body and swung his sword forward. His soul, filled with justice, stood firm until its last moments and created a miracle.

As the black miasma swallowed the knight whole, his sword flew forward and lodged itself into the necromancer's feet.

The dark glow disappeared from the streets and the light of the morning truly came up. The miasma covering the knight faded away to reveal a rotting mass of flesh and bones in the place of a young blonde knight.

"Hah. Haha. HAHAHAH!!" Clutching his bleeding leg while fallen on the ground, Shil laughed maniacally at the sight of the completely changed knight. His spell worked!

"N-now! Zombie Knight! Eat up everyone in this town. Make them all bow to me!" Completely forgetting his pain, the necromancer waved his hands in joy at the sight of his perfected soldier.

"Grrrr" The Zombie warrior, now free of its shackles, growled and stepped ahead. The necromancer continued to cackle as the monster got closer. This was it! He could finally take his revenge on this shitty world! No, it went beyond that. If he could use his zombies well, he could be a king. A ruler!

Just then, the zombie knight growled again and pounced on the necromancer.

"Wh-what! What are you doing?"

Shil crawled back to get away from the zombie knight, but was too late. Part of his leg was torn off by its teeth.

"AAH!! NOO!" the necromancer screamed in pain. With the same might he used to laugh, the necromancer now ran for his life.

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Fresh morning wind blew over the town, sending a refreshing breeze up the people's faces. The long-eared elves danced and sparkling winged fairies shouted and ran playfully through on the bright streets. Beastkin and Humans in armor got ready for their day's work. Some had even started sparring right where they stood out of excitement. People crowded the opened shops while others banged on the wooden doors of the closed ones.

Everyone seemed to be cheery and excited to tackle a new day. Everyone except one man dragging his body like a corpse through the streets. The Otherworlder's steps and stench colored the beautiful morning the shade of gloom as he frowned half in annoyance at his state and half from no control over his expressions.

-Bam!

The Otherworlder crashed into someone.

"Grrr!!" the person growled in a low voice and sniffed the Otherworlder, whose head had sent a fresh wave of pain at the sudden movement. The hangover was rough.

"Gh, I'm… Sorry…" The Otherworlder managed to growl back before turning away and continuing ahead. Why would a person sniff him? He found it strange, but he wasn't actually foreign to the strange fetishes of the people here.

Shaking his head, the Otherworlder glanced at his back. The guy he bumped into was limping strangely.

'I am not the only one with a killer hangover, huh?'

The Otherworlder found solace in this discovery and continued ahead again. The surrounding people faded away under the veil of his headache. Just a few more turns and he would reach the inn he had been renting out.

-Tap.

A small stone tumbled to his feet.

"A… Help…!"

A loud voice screamed near his ears.

Mere feet away, in an alleyway, a young girl had fallen to the ground. Like a true spawn of a demon, a man had pounced on her as she held his head back with all her might.

Blood drizzled down the armor of the assaulter and dripped to the ground. It wasn't strange, considering the enormous deep dent in his blonde skull.

"Dent? Huh?"

How was that person moving, let alone overpowering the girl? Assault? It looked as if he was going to eat instead.

As if a bucket of cold water had been dropped on his head, the Otherworlder's senses came back to him.

The shouting elf children, the sparring people, the overcrowded shops, the banging doors, the person he bumped into.

They were all zombies.

"What the fuck?" The Otherworlder exclaimed. "Then they didn't attack me because I stink like rotting flesh and walk like a goddamn zombie?" His anger was greater than his surprise.

"Help me, please!"

The Otherworlder looked down again. A person was about to be eaten by some super strong-looking zombie knight in front of his eyes. No matter how hungover or stinky he was, someone who could think should be able to tell he was a human.

"Help! I'll give you anything! Please, please help me."

To help, or not to help.

The Otherworlder reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin. "You're up, lady luck." He said to the coin and placed it on his thumb.

"What?" The girl looked at him with extreme confusion in her eyes. "Help me! Please!"

"Shut up!" The Otherworlder said. "If it's heads, I will. If it's tails, I won't."

Without waiting for an answer, the Otherworlder flicked his thumb.

And the coin soared in the sky.