Above the Throne [Undead]

Serious version: Artis sat on the throne, his eyes filled with desolation. The only thing he knew was that he was a king, the king of the undead. Tens of millions of undead surrendered at his feet, their moans were the eternal song of the abyss, and cold was the main body of the abyss. The undead knight offered him eternal loyalty, but in exchange, the strange magic blade penetrated his chest. ... The following is the joyful version: Artis said that he had been having a hard time recently. He was stabbed to death by his most loyal captain of the bodyguard, and he was reborn into a small human body on the earth. He could bear it, but God didn't seem to want to let him go. Before the memory could be found, the biochemical craze began. As a non-human being, the Undead Monarch was forced to embark on a journey of killing monsters, upgrading and stirring up base (?)... ... ... Ps: There are a few extra stories about your love. I would like you to describe how 2B people grow up~