Three Hundred Years of Sign-Ins, Then Someone Dug Me Up

My name is Ning Que. I've spent three hundred years in this world, where zombies roam the land and ghosts and monsters lurk everywhere, ever since I transmigrated here.

The corpse cultivator who buried me all those years ago has vanished without a trace.

With nothing better to do, I've been quietly collecting sign-in rewards at the corpse-raising grounds for three hundred years.

Three hundred years later, another corpse cultivator finally digs me up.

"Ding! A new sign-in location has been detected: the funeral home. You have successfully signed in at the funeral home and received the Five Thunder Spell."

"Ding! You haven't signed in for 150 years. The one-click catch-up sign-in feature has been triggered. Your missed sign-ins will be converted into cultivation and added retroactively."

"Please check your rewards!"

And so, an unparalleled calamity emerged into the world.

Ning Que: "Stop guessing, everyone. I'm the first zombie since the creation of heaven and earth who can use Daoist arts, thunder magic, ghost arts, and corpse-raising techniques. There's nothing I can't do."

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