The Daily Life of the Bone King

My name is Victor. I'm a great necromancer, and I used to lead a dull, ordinary life of my own, until one day I summoned a bunch of crazy... players!

"Lord Victor, those players tore apart the garden behind your house," a servant hurriedly reported, describing the players' wanton destruction.

Victor: "What the...? What happened to the flowers I was growing?"

"Th-the players picked them all."

Victor's vision went black.

My alchemy ingredients!

"Ptooey, ptooey! These skeletons don't have any meat on them. They're no good!" said the little red dragon in a childish voice, spitting out the bones. Nearby, a player picked up his own skeletal arm and wiped the cold sweat from his brow, thinking that taking the quest to feed the red dragon was a terrible idea.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.