My name is Les, an exiled loser.
My system is a bit crazy. It allowed me to build an army out of corpses. It also gave me the ability to devour souls because I was accidentally tainted by the abyss, and warned me that I could be swallowed by the abyss at any time.
I thought I was crazy enough until I met my "guys".
My first subordinate was a one-eyed veteran named Kyle, a die-hard fan. When I said execution, he raised and lowered the knife without blinking.
My ally, Greg, is the Inquisitor of the Church. He secretly learned forbidden magic on his own, and after I caught him, he immediately thought that I was the descendant of the Holy Son, and even took the initiative to use the Holy Light to cover my skeleton soldiers.
The first talent I rescued was an alchemist named Lila.
I thought she was a virgin, but when she saw me driving the undead, she asked me with bright eyes: "Commander, as long as you give me enough materials, I can create an alchemy army for you!"
As a result, my territorial painting style became more and more abstract.
