Lin Yu was at his wit’s end. He’d only been playing a game about killing monsters and leveling up, but then a bolt of lightning struck him and he transmigrated to this world.
And it turned out he was nothing but the lowest kind of skeleton in this world. He could barely take two steps before falling apart.
His head rolling on the ground, his arm popping out of its socket, his bones coming loose: for Lin Yu, it was all just another day.
In this continent where strength rules above all, Lin Yu is falsely accused, mocked, and looked down on by everyone. How will he fight his way through and carve out a path in front of all their eyes?
...If the world of the undead has no justice, then I am justice.
It's like a skeleton cultivating immortality, nondescript
It's not a loss if you enter the pit 😎😎😎