A Cliché Multiverse Story

The class [Hardcore Milf Lover] is renamed to [Mature woman Lover] since I can't afford to create another Class for Onee-sans.

Another chapter will be out in several hours??

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Aimi and I rushed toward the direction of the scream. Like the series, it seems the undead attacked the main gate of the academy.

When I reached there, I discovered a blood bath. Three zombies were biting different body parts of the female teacher.

She was still alive as she screamed.

There was no hope for her, even if I saved her now. However, I had the shop where I had the power to buy even the best HP potion. But the question lay there.

Am I going to waste it on her?

'Klyscha, will I get Karma from saving her?'

(Let me check. My love, she used to bully and molest many students. Her character is borderline evil for destroying many girls' lives.?You will earn negligible karma if you save her.)

Then the answer is a big no. The teacher was beautiful and wore tempting glasses, but I couldn't care less if her character wasn't right. Nobody would want their woman screwing with some shota behind their back, now would they? Even if she remains loyal, she looked like the type to exert domination, the type that might never get along with other lovers.

"H-Help." Her hand tried to reach out to me, who stood only a few meters from the scene.

Aimi didn't bat a single eye at the scene, but I was different. I was the young master who never lifted his fist for a fight except for the time I learned unarmed martial arts.

A sense of disgust gradually welled up inside my stomach. I forcibly suppressed the feeling, or I may start vomiting right here.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but no one can save you."

At my voice, the zombies finally noticed me. Two of them released the teacher and lunged at me.

"GRHAA!"

My body reacted by kicking one on the chest harder than I thought. The inhumane force probably cracked a few of its bones and flung it more than three meters. When I was stunned at my strength, the other zombie jumped at me with surprising agility.

But instead of panicking, I stood there with a faint smile. And soon, my promising bodyguard dashed past me, and the shortsword in her hand slid across the throat of the zombie. A burst of blood erupted, and the cleanly cut head fell on the ground with a?*Thud!*

[—Party member 'Aimi Akane' earned 20XP from killing Level 1 Cursed Undead]

As the zombie's lifeless body collapsed, Aimi turned toward me and smiled.

*Ding!*

[—Aimi Akane: Affection +19]

That's why Yandere is one of the best waifu. Just put your trust in them, and they will face the world alone for you. This fact was hard to believe, and not many could put their trust in someone who could potentially stab them. However, I was different. I'd be a joke if I couldn't trust someone like Aimi.

(My love, I can promise that she won't ever harm you.)

I shrugged and strolled toward the last zombie, which gnawed away at the dead teacher. My footsteps attracted its attention as it turned toward me and opened its stinky and bloody mouth more extensive. Unlike the regular zombies in the series, they all had pure black eyes. Any average human might piss their pants in sheer terror.

We stood facing each other as if ready for a sacred duel. At least it was for me since it would fight to the death for him and him alone.

(My love, kick this cursed thing's ass.)

'Thanks for cheering me up.'

The zombie stretched both of its hands and staggered toward me.

"GRAAA! RAAA!"

I charged toward the zombie, clutched its head with my right hand, and before it could hope to bite my hand, I kicked the back of its knee.

*BAAAM!*

The zombie's head crashed on the solid concrete floor, leaving several hard to notice cracks.

I quickly took back my hand. Blood flowed from its burst open head. Still, it struggled to stand up until the experience notification appeared in my vision.

[—You earned 20XP from killing Level 1 Cursed Undead]

One down. Four more to gain a level.

Today, I forsake one onee-san and killed one zombie.

What a way to start the journey…