Everyone said necromancers were bottom-tier, until they saw me.
Mages afraid of close combat? I just cast [Undead Armor].
Mages running out of mana? I just unleash [Rapid-Fire Forbidden Spells].
The gods descended, full of themselves, and said they would punish mortals.
Me, looking up: Since you've already died once, wouldn't that make you undead, more or less?
Trait activated: [Conceptual Bestowal: Anything Can Become Undead].
Gods: What are you doing? Stay away!
The result: I reorganized the gods and Buddhas in the heavens into neat undead formations, all lined up at a construction site, hauling bricks.
From then on, the age of mythology ended, and the White Eagle Age began.
"This world doesn't need gods. It just needs an undead boss who can stack traits forever."
