I Just Became a Necromancer and the Whole Server Was Notified of My Death.

Programmer Glo died suddenly while working overtime and traveled to a different world. When he woke up, he was sacrificed by cultists and became the container of the undead monarch. Good news: It is bound to the "Return of the Dead" system, which can plunder soul traits and create an army of stitch monsters. Bad news: A server-wide announcement notified his coordinates, and offered a reward for his head with an artifact. The female knight wants to purify him, the bounty hunter wants to exchange him for money, and the angel of judgment wants to crush him to ashes. But Glo discovered that he was no ordinary necromancer at all - he could extract, fuse, and reshape souls, put bat ultrasonic waves into skeleton soldiers, and transplant trolls' rock skin into zombies. When the army of the Holy See of Light pressed forward, Glo stood in front of the undead army and grinned. "You call this undead magic?" "No, it's called bioengineering." The undead monarch, upgrade online, come to fight if you don't accept it. [The introduction is too weak, please move to the text]