Newcomers try their hand at creation
Traveling to another world, I found that I was the lowest skeleton soldier in the mass grave.
The broken skeleton was difficult to piece together. A one-eyed skeleton next to me called me brother.
I was a gangster when I was alive, but now I direct my skeleton boys to farm and build infrastructure.
The elves came to capture the coolies, but I commanded the skeleton army to defeat the weak.
After being captured, the Elf Archer taunted me: "Skeletons also understand emotions?"
I crushed the bones and restored them again: "Those who were gangsters during their lifetimes, do you understand how to be loyal?"
