One-sentence premise: While the whole world is fighting zombies and building bases in the apocalypse, my System forces me to practice civil-service exam questions among the ruins, with the goal of becoming the first civil servant after the apocalypse.
Synopsis:
When the zombie virus broke out, other people awakened lightning, spatial powers, or healing abilities. I, on the other hand, was bound to the [Land a Civil Service Job System].
Main quest: Successfully pass the Administrative Aptitude Test and the Essay Writing exam in an apocalyptic environment.
So while my teammates laid down covering fire on the front lines, I practiced abstract reasoning behind cover. While survivors fought over a piece of bread, I traded expired canned food for model essays.
An esper mocked me: “What's the point of doing practice questions these days?”
Then, in the third year of the apocalypse, the Reconstruction Committee was established and issued its first recruitment notice: “Urgently seeking administrative professionals with experience in established government positions. Preference will be given to qualified applicants.”
As everyone stared in stunned silence, I straightened the tie on the suit I'd salvaged and held up my review notes, their edges worn from use. “Hello. I've been taking the exams for three years, and my qualifications are a perfect match.”
