Everyone Changed Their Profession to Undertakers, Allowing the God of War to Break His Defense

On the day I changed jobs, I awakened to the only hidden profession of a funeral makeup artist. When everyone regarded me as an unlucky piece of trash and laughed at me on the entire Internet, the undead disaster struck. In their eyes, the invincible undead war god led the undead army and defeated countless legendary professionals. And I just picked up my foundation and prosthetic knife and walked calmly to the battlefield. "The undead dragon that cannot be killed by forbidden spells? Sorry, I have already written the beauty plan for its body." "The King of Skeletons who claims to be immortal? The old injury on the third section of your spine needs plaster." When the arrogant God of War of the Undead, I see through the biggest regrets and fatalities of my life with one glance, when my hand of requiem causes the army of millions of undead to switch sides and restore peace... He finally broke through his defense completely in front of me. "You... What kind of monster are you?!" I smiled slightly and showed my work card: "It's not a monster." "Just a funeral makeup artist who can make you die with dignity." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.