Global disaster strikes, and a game descends upon the world. Countless people change classes and struggle to survive. Li Ming becomes the only Necromancer, branded a useless class with painfully slow growth and despised by everyone.
Then the demonic tide besieges the city. The strong fall, and all hope is extinguished. He emerges from the depths of despair with no one behind him. No, not quite alone. The earth splits open, bones rise again, and the silent dead gather into a vast army.
Skeleton Warriors, Ghost Dragons, Death Knights... they sweep away every enemy. People realize in horror that his summons can never be killed off. And he himself sits high upon a divine throne forged from the bones of demon gods, tapping the armrest with one finger as he looks down on a world engulfed by his undead apocalypse.
