When he woke up, Dry Bones found that he was buried.
Good news: The lord system is bound.
Bad news: The system detected that he was a skeleton, untied him and ran away.
He was left with a dusty second-hand module - a remnant of the Skeleton Workshop.
The card pool is full of discarded products that are unwanted by major systems: Goblin arm bones, dwarf spring legs, orc skulls that are too ugly...
While others smoked SSR, he picked up rags.
While others build empires, he builds his own.
The end of the world is huge, and he just wants to put together a skeleton that can make it to the south.
Until one day, the little fairy tied to the genuine system stood in front of him.
"Why is your system... Gray?"
Dry bones closed their palms.
"The signal is bad."
