Online Game: I Can Create Anything

Other people started in a newbie village. I started in the cemetery of a newbie village.

Other people restored their health with healing potions. I restored mine with graveyard paper*.

Other people had flesh and blood. I had nothing but a skeleton.

Other people logged off to go home. I logged off to sleep in a coffin.

Luckily, I had god-tier puppet mastery.

As long as I had graveyard paper, I could make anything.

God-tier equipment? I could craft it out of graveyard paper and become the game’s biggest weapons dealer.

Grind monsters to level up? I could make a whole bunch of BOSSes out of graveyard paper to work for me, while I drank wine and enjoyed some snacks. Experience would keep rolling in.

What? You think my identity has been exposed? No chance.

I can craft a hundred different identities out of graveyard paper. I am the gods, and the gods are me!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.