Web Novel · Zombie Country
HOUKA
The Elite Prodigy
Chapter 1
Awakening
The sound of the alarm clock shattered the silence in the room at six in the morning. A white-skinned hand, thin and precise, emerged from beneath the silk sheets and turned off the device with a single touch — no pressure, no hesitation. Just the exact gesture of someone who always wakes up at the same second.
He declared himself. Her predominantly disheveled blonde hair fell over her forehead as her body left the large, luxurious bed. The surrounding room was vast: dark marble walls, floor-to-ceiling windows with velvet curtains, and, in the center, the wardrobe—a piece of imported mahogany, as tall as the wall, with two mirrored doors closed.
He opened the wardrobe without looking in the mirror. He took off Zombo's elite school uniform with methodical movements—a crisp white shirt, folded with precision—and placed it on the bed. Then, the black pants and white sneakers were placed to the side, forming the set like a second skin waiting to be worn.
The red tie was the last piece placed on the sheet.
He went to the bathroom. Brushing your teeth lasted exactly two minutes — the recommended minimum. As he approached the mirror to spit, two red eyes stared back at him. They were not ordinary eyes: the color was not that of illness or of crying. It was a feature, cold and permanent, like ink poured into amber.
She smoothed her blond hair with the palm of her hand, a few strands falling to the right almost effortlessly. Then, just as calmly, he picked up the thin-framed glasses that were on the counter and put them on.
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He wore a white shirt. He buttoned each button from bottom to top. I lifted my collar and tied a precise knot in my red tie — not too loose, not too tight. I wore black pants. He slowly put on his white sneakers. And so, in less than twelve minutes since the alarm clock went off, he was ready.
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All elegantly dressed, he descended the wide steps of the Yseten family estate with silent steps, as if detailing the weight of each of them.
In the living room, Eluwa Yseten moves between the counter and the stove, preparing breakfast. The aroma of fresh bread and brewed coffee filled the room. When she saw her son enter, she turned her face away and conveyed the naturalness of someone who is unaware of morning tiredness.
"Good morning, son. Sit down, breakfast is almost ready."
Houka sat at the table without saying anything. He folded his hands on the smooth surface and waited.
The sound of excited footsteps descending the stairs cuts through the silence before it turns into discomfort. Gicib Yseten — the oldest sister and, by general consensus at Zombo's elite school, the prettiest — came down with a smile already on her face, as if the day were a promise and not an obligation.
When his eyes met those of his brother sitting in the chair, the smile widened even more.
"Good morning, my dear brother."
She gave Houka a quick kiss on the cheek and set off with a declared appetite, her eyes scanning the already set table.
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Then he arrived.
Obolyphew Yseten entered the room with the presence of someone who needs no introduction. Trillionaire. Patron of the family with the most powerful surname in the country of Zombo. A man built not just on wealth, but on truth—the truth that his name was a destiny, and that his children were the instruments of that destiny.
He placed his hand on Houka's shoulder with a fatherly firmness.
"Good morning, my son. I am very proud that you are already in the fourth year of school with excellent grades. This will make you president of Zombo at just nineteen years old. Soon, soon... our family name will achieve a new level of absolute power."
Houka nodded, slowly and steadily.
"Anything for the family, dad."
Obolyphew sent. The satisfaction of those who see the investment of years becomes exactly what was planned.
"I know so, my son. After all... you were born for this."
And it was true—at least the part that could be measured. Houka Yseten possessed an IQ of a thousand points. It is not an estimate, not a school corridor exaggeration: a measurement recorded, checked and celebrated by the institution. Geometry, physics, chemistry — materials that made ordinary students lose sleep — she passed with a dozing grade, as much as possible, without a single exception.
No other student had done this. Not even in the history of Zombo's school. Maybe not even in all of Zerk's world.
And, as if intelligence were a gravitational force, popularity followed. At the elite school, his name was repeated in the hallways with reverence reserved for preferences — not people.
Obolyphew went to greet his daughter and talk to his wife. Destiny was fulfilled at the table, like every day.
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The camera moves back. Let's go, let's go, let's go, to the wardrobe in Houka's room.
The blonde hair. The glasses. The red eyes in the mirror.
And inside the wardrobe — hidden, big, too heavy to be just clothes — something that doesn't belong to an exemplary student.
?... a costume.
Wicked. Calculated. Real.
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A Golden Shooter
Only the powerful have one.
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?Final Revelation · Character ?
HOUKA
YSETEN
Hair
Yellow
Eyes
scarlet red
Skin
White
Uniform
White shirt · red tie
Complement
thin frame glasses
Background
Black pants · white sneakers
Permanent expression
Smile
Secret
Golden Sniper · hidden
Intelligence
IQ · 1,000
End of Chapter 1 Continued
