System➕Game Old Head Ring➕Western Fantasy
Society regarded him as a burden, and the air was filled with a silent verdict: "You are more valuable dead than alive." His dignity was crushed, his hope was drained, and Aldrich huddled in a dirty corner, his flesh and blood mutilated, and his soul dried up. Just when consciousness is about to sink into the eternal dark abyss——
Buzz!
A cold, dead, yet strangely vibrant blue light screen tore through the curtain of despair, hovering abruptly in front of his blood-stained sight. That interface... Was exactly the same as the fantasy RPG he fought in day and night when he fell into the virtual world!
[Welcome, host. The ultimate 'Despair of Life' is detected, which meets the binding conditions of 'Power of the Dead'...]
[Career selection interface activated...]
[The only suitable profession has been locked: Necromancer (Commander of the Dead). Confirm/Deny? ]
Looking at the options that exuded ominousness and temptation, Aldrich opened the corners of his bleeding mouth and used his last bit of strength to press his bloody fingertips on "[Confirm]".
From then on, the gears of fate were reversed amidst the sound of bones rubbing against each other:
From the punching bag of school bullies to the manipulator of "Hundred Ghosts on the Night" who frightened the former tormentors at midnight;
From "residues" cast aside by society, to "urban legends" that walk in the shadows and are even fearful of superheroes;
From the lonely desperate man to the commander of the "Eternal Silence Legion" composed of steel skeletons and shadowy ghosts standing behind him;
From a mortal as humble as dust, to one who makes the living tremble and the dead crawl - [Agent of Death]!
(Personal self-translation)
It's pretty good, come on