Music

Among a horde of zombies, a musician played alone,

while soldiers all around him kept firing at the zombies as they dragged their feet closer.

When the zombies reached the musician...

"Damn it! You think you can bite me and get away with it?" He brought his violin down on one of them...

The violin shattered...

The musician cradled his face in misery.

Help me!!!

When he woke up again...

OMG, where was he?

How had time jumped ahead two thousand years?

Even in the future,

he was still the famous fool

and musician.

My goals for writing this story: Carry the foolery to the end, the sleaziness to the end, the hidden flirtiness to the end, and the scheming to the end. Stoic, secretly flirtatious top x fool; special forces soldier top x foolish musician bottom. The outline is finished. I'll update around five thousand words a day this week.

He had always believed that violinists were gods.

So it made perfect sense that smashing a zombie with a violin would make him transmigrate.

The future world? Not important at all.

The violinist is the god of the world!

The violinist is the god of the world!

The violinist is the god of the future world!

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