The Necromancer Only Wants to Destroy the World

Elves flay their own to make clothes, dwarves refine iron with blood, orcs hunt for ancient bloodlines, and humans collect rare organs.

Manacles, seals, iron whips, and contracts set the tone in this world of slavery.

Beauty is assigned a price, faith is tagged, and talent becomes leverage in trade.

Genius, legacy, hard work: all a joke.

Anledor carries out a mission for the Void Empire, sneaking into the Red Earth World to establish a forward base.

He plans to take a big bite out of this feast when the Calamity Legion arrives.

He buys up corpses, develops necromancy, promotes trade, and keeps in close contact with the Void as he awaits the Calamity.

Life was supposed to proceed one step at a time, until a voluptuous Red Witch tells him she can grant immortality.

Team up to haul in corpses, and it's guaranteed profit.

In the end... greed got the better of him.

(A farming-focused story, no transmigration, no System, focused on the story, slow-paced)