On the night of her eighteenth birthday, my aunt put medicine in the soup - the money from selling her was enough for my cousin to drink a potion of potential.
When her stepuncle kicked open the door, she opened her eyes and drove a steel needle into his fatal hole.
The next day at the awakening station, purple light covered the sky, and the instrument alarm sounded. The whole village thought he had a god-level profession.
The verdict rolled down: [Level F·Necromantic System (Incomplete Reincarnation Disk)]. The whole room burst into laughter.
Waste? Dross?
They don't know that the unlucky profession in the eyes of the world controls the origin and return of all souls.
Later, the entire federation knew——
The F-level necromancer suppressed the beast tide by himself, the bones of the army crushed the college league, the hell realm tortured the inner ghosts in the army, and the heavenly realm judged the powerful people in the council.
Later, the sky opened.
The "god" who has kept humans captive for thousands of years comes to harvest.
She stood in the void, her six paths opened simultaneously, and all her souls obeyed her orders.
God of high dimension? In front of my reincarnation chart are all dead souls. "
Her legend started with an infamy and ended on the throne of God.
