When I was twenty, the once-in-a-decade chieftain selection of Corpse Yin Stockade began again. In this life, I gave up on competing for the position. In my previous life, I had poured my heart and soul into raising an ancient corpse king with my own heart's blood, working day and night to win the selection. But on the day of the final trial, the top-grade corpse king I had painstakingly raised ran straight to my younger sister. As the villagers congratulated her on becoming the new chieftain, I was reviled by everyone and branded a corpse thief. Even on the day I died, I couldn't understand why the corpse king I raised recognized only my sister as its master. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I received the right to compete for the chieftain's position.
