This is the end of the world.

It is an extremely dangerous world.

However, for some unknown reason, in this world where gender is distinguished by ABO, he is a human who doesn't belong to any of the ABO types.

Surprisingly, it became immensely popular.

Is he too handsome?

Or, is it too strong?

Wherever he goes, there are always people wanting to present him with flowers, praises, and even kiss his ass.

He was almost going to roll his eyes. Can't they stop taking off their pants all the time? He has absolutely no interest in this group of men and women. Or rather, he simply doesn't understand this whole ABO thing. Men being able to give birth? It completely shatters his worldview!

He still decides to complete a few missions to kill some zombies and calm himself down.

However.

He had already ventured deep into the gathering place of zombies, but he still couldn't avoid that group of brain-dead fans.

With a swift hand, the zombies surrounding him were sliced one by one, just like chopping Chinese cabbage... Um, surprisingly, someone behind started announcing the count.

"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine, forty... sixty-one, sixty-two..."

With each zombie he chopped down, the number behind him would rise. Even if he killed multiple at once, they were still able to accurately calculate the number of his kills.

So annoyed.

Apart from the continuous sound of announcements, there were also various shouts and cheers coming from behind.

"Ah ah ah ah, my idol ah ah ah, I'm going to die, how can someone be so handsome!"

Uh... He hardly ever showed his face, so where exactly did they see how handsome he is?

"I will always support you. I want to have your children and give my virginity to you, my male god!"

"Mr. Husband, don't you find the idea of men giving birth to children terrifying?"

Ah, the male god noticed me. I'm going to faint, faint...

Hey, don't actually pass out, okay? Are there zombies over there...

Ah, so annoying.

Here's the translation: Here they come again.

"Oh, there are zombies! Help me, my handsome hero! I'm about to get eaten~~"

What's wrong with being able to speak normally? What on earth has happened to this world? Uh, didn't you guys already kill that zombie?

"Ah, the male god is looking at me again. I... I can only offer myself to him..."

Hey hey hey, what kind of twisted thinking is this? In the middle of a public place, can you please put your pants on? Are you a pervert?

"Hate it, another zombie is coming. People outside, clean up a bit. I can't even hear the breath of my male god with all this howling."

This guy seems very ominous. The reason he isn't speaking is probably because these people are so terrifying, you know? Seriously, can't he feel a little sense of danger?

Even if zombies are really slow and their attacking power is just so-so, having such a large group of survivors staying here will definitely attract the attention of the zombie horde.

"They only brought their cheerleading props. Are they planning to beat up zombies with dolls that have their own portraits pasted on them later?"

No, something's not right. Why are there more and more people taking off their pants...?

"Oh my god..."

Faced with such a scene of dismembered bodies, blood and flesh blurred, and the ground covered in putrid blood... How did these people manage to do it?

It seems that they are even more powerful than oneself.

He couldn't hold it any longer, feeling a bit nauseous.

I'll take my leave first.

With this thought in mind, he chopped off the last zombie and dared not look back at those things scarier than zombies. He turned his legs and ran.

But in the next second of setting off, he heard various hair-raising cries coming from behind.

Ah, ah, ah, stop! Don't run away!

"Naughty, always making others chase after you, don't run so fast~"

Even if I use maximum speed, I can't shake him off. What should I do? I feel like he's about to catch up with me... No, no...

It's terrifying...

Help... Help me...

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and found himself in complete darkness... and he was already drenched in sweat.

He was dazed for a while... Was... Was it a dream? He clearly... never dreams.

Someone who had long forgotten what fear was, on this night, truly experienced the sensation of terror.