My superpower? That's not what I'm thinking about.

Some become kings by conquering kingdoms, defeating enemies, or following ancient prophecies.

And me?

I became the zombie king… by simply dropping bread.

Welcome to my world, where even a crumb on the floor can cause a zombie apocalypse.

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### (Royal Palace - Morning)

You already know how my mornings start.

BOOM!

"AKKI, GET UP!" my indestructible advisor shouted, throwing a boulder with the precision of a sniper.

This time, I caught it in mid-air.

"HA! Got you!"

The advisor slowly clapped his hands.

"Congratulations. It took you 153 tries."

"Well, that's progress after all!"

[The "Bobble Repel" skill has been increased to level 2.]

I'll be a pro soon. By 2030.

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### (The beginning of the disaster - the ill-fated bread)

After a triumphant victory over the boulder, I decided to have breakfast.

I took a piece of bread with butter and...

DROPED IT.

And, of course, buttered side down.

Classic.

But as soon as the bread touched the floor, something strange began:

The earth trembled.

The air filled with a gloomy aura.

Hands began to rise from the floor.

Not just hands - zombie hands.

- Um... well, that's new.

(Meeting with a zombie)

A whole zombie crawled out of the floor. It looked at me with a blank look.

I prepared to fight, but it suddenly…

KNEELED.

— "Oh, Great Lord of Bread, you have awakened us!"

— …Wait. WHAT?!

[Congratulations! You have accidentally become the zombie king.]

[New title: "Lord of Fallen Bread".]

[Effect: +100% authority among zombies and +50% clumsiness with food.]

Well, of course. Why not.

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### (The Advisor is shocked - as always)

The Advisor entered the kitchen and saw me surrounded by a horde of zombies.

He froze.

— "Akki… What. The. Hell?"

— I… dropped the bread.

— "And now you have an army of zombies?"

— Yes.

— "I quit."

— No, don't quit!

— "…Damn."

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### (Problem: zombies demand to rule the world)

The zombies surrounded me and started chanting:

— "GREAT LORD! LEAD US TO CONQUER THE WORLD!"

— Uh-uh... maybe we shouldn't?

— "FOR THE PEACE OF BREAD!"

— Guys, calm down...

— "FOR BUTTER AND GLORY!"

I think I have a problem.

A brilliant plan... if you can call it that)

I realized that I needed to distract them somehow.

I took out another piece of bread and threw it on the floor.

All the zombies immediately rushed to it, forgetting about conquering the world.

- Great. Now I know how to control an army of zombies - throw bread.

[Carbohydrate Manipulation skill increased to level 3.]

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### (Crisis: Bread Out)

But the problem is that the bread quickly ran out.

And then the zombies began to argue with each other.

One said that he should be the new leader because he ate the "sacred crumb".

Another said that he was the prophet of bread because he had the "clearest crust".

A zombie civil war had begun.

I just wanted to have breakfast.

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### (How I solved the problem... by accident, of course)

I grabbed the nearest object in a panic.

It turned out to be... a bagel.

I threw it into the crowd.

All the zombies froze, looked at the bagel and exclaimed in unison:

— "NEW ARTIFACT! RING OF POWER!"

They bowed before the bagel, forgetting about the war.

Problem solved.

[Congratulations! You have successfully settled a zombie riot with baking.]

[New title: "Mediator of Custard Disagreements".]

What a day...

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### (Epilogue of the day)

In the evening, I was sitting on the throne (still invisible).

The advisor came up and sighed:

— "You saved the world again?"

— Yes... throwing the bagel.

— "...I quit."

- No, don't quit!

- "...Damn."

(End of Chapter)

I wanted a simple life as a miner.

Now I am a king, a revolutionary, a dragon's husband, a god, the savior of the universe, the president of a dimension, the master of time, and... the king of zombies.

All because of bread.

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### (Addition: details about the zombie kingdom)

After I accidentally became the king of zombies, my life turned into chaos. It turned out that zombies were not just ordinary undead. They had their own culture, their own traditions, and even their own cuisine. Yes, they ate bread. But not just bread - they worshiped it.

Every morning, they held a ceremony of offering bread. They brought me loaves, long loaves, bagels, and even muffins. I sat on the throne, and they bowed to me, saying:

- "Great Lord of Bread, accept our humble gift!"

I tried to explain that I was not the god of bread, but they did not listen. To them, I was the chosen one, the one who woke them from their eternal sleep.

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### (Zombie Council)

One day, they held a council to discuss their plans for the future.

"Great Lord, we must conquer the world!" said one of the zombies, whom they called the "Keeper of the Crust."

"No, we must build a great temple of bread!" said another, known as the "Prophet of Butter."

I sat on the throne, feeling completely helpless.

"Guys, maybe we should just... stay here?" I suggested.

"Impossible! We must spread the glory of bread throughout the world!"

New Crisis: Zombie Farmers)

To calm them down, I suggested creating a zombie farm where they could grow wheat and bake bread.

"Brilliant!" they exclaimed.

But a week later, they started arguing about which bread is better: white or black.

"White bread is a symbol of purity!"

"No, black bread is true strength!"

The war started again.

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### (Solution: Bread Tournament)

To stop the conflict, I organized a bread tournament. The zombies had to compete in baking bread. The winner received the title of "Great Baker".

The tournament was a success. The zombies were so engrossed in baking that they forgot about the war.

"Thank you, Great Lord!" they said.

[Congratulations! You have successfully organized a bread tournament.]

[New title: "Bread Wars Arbiter".]

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### (Conclusion)

Now I am not only the king of the zombies, but also the arbiter of their bread disputes.

My life has become even more difficult, but at least I have learned to control them with bread.

The advisor still wants to quit, but I am sure he will stay. After all, who else will throw stones at me in the morning?

(Epilogue)

I wanted a simple life.

Now I have an army of zombies who worship bread and an advisor who dreams of retirement.

But maybe this is my destiny - to be the king of zombies.

After all, who else can rule them like I can?

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(End of Chapter).