"I know I'm going to fuck it."
Neo looked at the duck.
He skillfully moved his fingers, smashing the buttons on the controller, trying to maintain the lead position in the race.
But he knew he was going to lose.
"I'm definitely going to…."
The second player, his friend, quickly caught up.
Suddenly, the second duck fired a missile and blew his duck.
He was not able to dodge it.
He almost threw the controller, but remembered its cost and, with a frustrated expression, sat down.
From the room next door, the irritating laughter echoed,
"Hahahaha! Kowtow to this daddy!"
Neo's expression worsened.
He would have to pay for the party tonight.
The worst part was Francis' boasting. The bastard would keep gloating for a week.
Stretching his fingers, Neo stood up and patted Klein, the last and the third player of the match, on the back.
"Guess we will have to split the bill."
Klein's face was flushed and he was muttering gibberish.
Before Neo would get a good look at him, the door opened and Francis entered with a smile.
"There is no need to be sad my sons! It's just impossible for a child to defeat his father!"
"The fuck? Just because you won, did you really call your dad your son?"
Klein stood up with a stagger.
He kept his head low and dragged his legs with a limp while twisting his arms strangely.
Neo asked with a hint of caution.
His friend, Klein, was acting strangely.
Neo took a step towards Klein when suddenly Klein looked up.
His eyes were bright red and the skin on his face was cracked like a…
Klein pounced on Neo and tried to bit his neck.
By pure reflex, Neo twisted his neck and dodged the attack.
But Klein pushed him down and sat on top of him.
The blood red saliva fell on Neo.
Klein would've bit him if Francis did not kick away Klein on time.
"Fuck is wrong with you Klein! What are you doing!?"
Francis shouted as he helped Neo to his feet.
Klein was not himself at the moment.
Neo and Francis reacted swiftly when they heard the strange sounds.
It was not coming from Klein.
Cries of help and strange noises were coming from the hostel's yard.
"Zombie apocalypse?" Neo asked.
"Stop being a nerd, Neo. That only happens in movies."
"Tell that to Klein."
The zombiefied Klein stood up.
His shoulder was dislocated from Francis' kick. However, the injury seemed to not affect Klein at all.
Although he was not physically gifted like Francis or academically gifted like Klein, he was quick on his feet and actions.
He pulled Francis out of the room and locked the door from outside, leaving Klein inside.
The zombified Klein kept scratching the door, but did not use the knob to open it.
It solidified Neo's conjecture of a Zombie apocalypse happening.
After all, zombies were stupid.
"What should we do?" Francis asked.
"We need to check the situation outside. If it's really a zombie apocalypse, we need to…"
Neo stopped speaking and coughed.
His hand was covered in bright red blood.
He touched his mouth and found his skin falling out like peeled orange.
Strangely, he did not feel any pain.
"Did this happen from Klein's saliva that fell on me—"
He could not complete his sentence.
His vision spun and he lost consciousness.
"Urghhh… I feel like shit."
Neo woke up groggily and rubbed his eyes with a yawn.
As he stood up, he realized his point of view was higher as if he had grown taller.
He looked at his arms, only to find them pale white and thin.
An ominous sense of unease appeared in Neo's heart.
Why was his body feeling so alien to him?
He rushed to the bathroom and looked at the face reflected in the mirror.
Black hair, sunken cheeks, crimson eyes, sharp jawline, and a face that might have been called handsome if it was not malnourished.
The boy reflected in the mirror moved along with him.
At that moment, a rush of memories surged inside his head.
He recalled the moment of his death.
The Zombiefied Klein, the Zombie Apocalypse, and the drop of saliva that infected him and killed him by, probably, turning him into a zombie.
"If I died, then where I am? And…"
"This body is not mine."
"Did I transmigrate?"
Breathing heavily, he returned to his room and sat on the bed.
The round trip from the room to the bathroom left him exhausted. Either he was greatly malnourished, or he had a weak constitution.
Hopefully, it was not both.
In the end, it took him two days to accept his transmigration.
He died and came to another world.
"What am I going to do now?"
He spoke to himself while munching down on the sandwich.
Currently, "Neo" was living in an apartment alone.
How did he know he was living alone?
Because there was only one toothbrush, the shoes and clothes were all same sizes, and no one came to the apartment in the last two days.
Secondly, the body into which he transmigrated was also named Neo.
Somewhat rich, because he could afford to rent an apartment alone, no contact from the family, and a student of Demigod Academy.
Neo opened the Academy's acceptance letter he found in the apartment.
"An academy where the demigods, the ones who possess the blood of gods, train and familiarize themselves with their powers."
This world had superpowers and magic.
Neo should've been shocked.
But his sense of surprise was numbed after witnessing a zombie apocalypse.
"Demigod Academy. It's has the same name as the academy in that novel."
Licking his lips, he opened the letter.
Since he was accepted in the academy, he also had the blood of a god.
According to the letter, he would receive the answer as a revelation after he awakened his God Blood.
The academy would help him awaken.
Suddenly, he heard a voice inside his head.
[Synchronization complete]