[Western Fantasy] + [Farming] + [Undead] + [Powerful Male Lead]
The Demon of Ireland, a lackey of an evil god, a monster wearing human skin.
Sigh, that's the thing about prejudice: it's a mountain in people's hearts.
And what do you mean, I ruined the necromancers' reputation? It was already rotten, okay?
How many times do I have to say it? I'm damn well not an evil god!
All I did was teach my teammates to think like the strong and find willing volunteers for experiments.
What's wrong with that?
At least, I don't think there's anything wrong with it.
Until one day,
I realized that things I could easily understand drove ordinary people mad when they saw them.
The ones who had always feared me were the undead, who hated the living.
One by one, the gods, high above the world, turned their gaze toward me…
