Weird Recovery: I, the Undertaker, Specialize in Delivering Gifts to Gods

After three years of gray fog, the whole people awakened. I tested out the F-level waste profession [Encoffiant]. The ex-girlfriend broke up on the spot. The A-level genius hugged her and said: Don't get involved with trash. The next second, the D-class weird broke through the wall and bit off the head of the C-class guard. The crowd ran for their lives and I was cornered. Waiting to die? No. I took out the soul-destroying needle given by the system, held down the face-skinner, and put on the last makeup on it. The tip of the needle scratched between the eyebrows. [The arrangement of the remains is completed. D-level weirdness, turned into flying ash. The live broadcast on the entire network exploded. The Night's Watch headquarters is going crazy. Because they found a name that had been obliterated for three hundred years—— Lord of Hades. Back. From then on, D-class, B-class, S-class, and even gods... I, Lu Chen, covered them with white cloth one by one. Come all come. Lie down.