by Qifeng
Marcus Veil died at a crosswalk. He expected nothing. He got a System notification, a reincarnation, and a class assignment that broke the tutorial before it finished loading. Primary class: Necromancer. Rare, dangerous, illegal in every kingdom he's about to encounter. Secondary class: Chaos Architect. Classification impossible. Support ticket filed. Estimated resolution: unknown. The combination has never occurred in System history. His undead don't shuffle — they wake up. They remember who they were. They have opinions. His first raise is a goblin scout named Gerald, who died three days ago and has already decided to be useful about it. The Verdant Duchy wants him arrested. The Theocracy of the Living Light wants him dead. The God of the Living — a real, actual god, who runs the System and has a professional objection to things that don't participate in his economy — has just received his first notification about what's stirring in the Greywood. And beneath a dead forest on the eastern border, two thousand soldiers have been waiting in the soil for a hundred years for someone who could finally hear them. Marcus is a pre-med student. He knows about death. He knows how the machinery fails, what happens after, why the body stops. He's starting to think that knowledge translates. Level up. Raise the dead. Conquer the world.
