[Undead Lord + City-Building + Hilarious Contrast + Wild Misinterpretations + Swords and Magic]
Other people transmigrate as overpowered heroes. I transmigrated and got chased all over the place by five skeletons from the start!
No System? No problem. My blood can command all undead!
Skeletons as bodyguards, death knights as guards, and an underground tomb converted into a luxurious mansion, complete with a full staff of chefs and butlers.
I only wanted to hide away in the wasteland and enjoy some peace and quiet. A bit of barbecue was all I needed. But then the whole city started spreading rumors that I was the immortal king who would destroy the world.
The empire lays siege to me, the church hunts me down, and trouble comes one wave after another.
With no other choice, I expand the fortress, recruit more undead underlings, and take in impostors to draw fire for me.
An undead empire quietly takes shape. Everyone fears my terrifying power, while I fret every day over one question: should I have stewed meat or roasted ribs today?
After reading Chapters 41 and 42, I can only say that I can't write a cool novel. I must be the turtle hero.
After reading Chapter 13, I can only say that after I started pretending to be a boss, I started to stretch my hips, but I didn't pretend to be that big, and I don't understand anything without being cool.