I Have to Recruit Some Players

After Richard escaped to Bianze, sunlight no longer protected his soul, and he became an undead due to his obsession after death. He put aside the old dream of restoring the country, the blood feud of the royal family, and the dirty conspiracy of the enemy country. To survive as an undead... Maybe a long time later, someone will come to Bianze and see the traces he left. It's really sad, Richard, the poor prince, died but was unwilling to accept it, resurrected as an undead body but couldn't take revenge, humbly carved his own confession, and missed the beautiful dusk time of his motherland... Until that day, God came. Neither a divine attendant, nor a divine son, nor a radiant omen. It is the true god that can never be revealed. "Take it, this is a cell phone." The screen's fluorescent light illuminated Richard's muscular cheekbones and dry gray hair, reflecting the blue soul fire in his left eye socket. "All hope lies in it." "First, you have to recruit some players."