How to Raise an Emperor of the Undead

Do you know the beauty of the world? The beauty of the spring breeze sweeping across the Kampala grasslands. The summer downpour pattering on a castle's tower. The autumn leaves settling on the elves' silky hair. The pitch-black blizzard of winter smothering all life beneath it. Chang Ge was once hailed as the world's greatest hero in a game. But on a spring day on the grasslands, he fell asleep to the hymn left behind by the Saintess. Time flies like an arrow. His body rotted as he slept, while his spirit endured amid the decay. His flesh and skin perished, but his bones lived on. (Clear your mind. It may be a little dull, but at least we met.)