Let Me Complain, Have I Become the Undead Chief?

When Lynch woke up in an unreleased game, he found himself the biggest "mistake" in the world. His body is a cold skeleton, and he belongs to the most despised and feared undead among the seven major races. The only clue to return home is to collect the "Seven Magics" scattered at the core of each race, symbolizing authority and strength. The price for obtaining them is to become the "guardian" of the race. But this continent is far from the majestic fantasy in the promotional films. The weird operating logic, the gaps in the data that appear and disappear, and the NPCs showing subtle reactions to his "abnormal existence"... All silently tell: This world is not simple. Lynch must proceed with caution. On the one hand, he must lead the weak undead race to survive in wars, conspiracies and generational prejudices and move towards glory; on the other hand, he must hide himself and explore the ultimate truth of this world in repeated games and collisions with heroes of all races - why is he here? What exactly is that "gazing" that hangs high outside the world, and is there or not? This is a race for survival in the fog, and it is also a dangerous dialogue between "players" and "creator" about existence and meaning.