Samurai of the Apocalypse

Hiroshi Tanaka sat alone at the back of the classroom, his head down as the whispers of his classmates filled the air. It was always the same — the taunts, the jeers, the constant bullying. He had long since accepted his fate as the school’s outcast. The teachers never intervened; in fact, some of them joined in on the mockery.



"Loser," one of his classmates muttered as they walked past, shoving him into the desk.



Hiroshi didn’t respond. He had learned not to. His entire life had been defined by fear — fear of others, fear of standing up for himself, fear of the endless torment that awaited him every day. It wasn’t just the students who bullied him, but the teachers, too. No one cared about him. He was invisible to the world, except when they wanted to hurt him.



Until one day, everything changed.



The world around him started to shake violently. The ground cracked open, and the sky turned dark. People screamed in panic as the fabric of reality tore apart. Large portals, swirling with an eerie energy, appeared in the sky, and from them, creatures unlike anything Hiroshi had ever seen emerged.



Monsters. Hundreds of them.



As chaos erupted, a voice echoed in Hiroshi’s mind. It was cold, mechanical, and emotionless.



“System activating… all humans will now receive their designated jobs based on potential.”



A flash of light engulfed Hiroshi, and suddenly, in front of his eyes, an interface appeared — a status screen, just like in the RPG games he used to play. But this wasn’t a game anymore. This was real.



[Job: Samurai God] [Unique Class: Only one in the world] [Power Level: Limitless potential]



For the first time in his life, Hiroshi wasn’t weak. He wasn’t helpless. He felt an immense power surging through him, and with it, a sense of cold resolve. No more fear. No more running. No more hiding.



Those who had tormented him for years would pay. And now, with the power of the Samurai God, he would make sure they never forgot his name.