Global: The Broke Mage Raises an Army of Ten Thousand Bones 1

Everyone said necromancers were bottom-tier, until they saw me.

Afraid of close combat, mages? I just cast [Undead Armor].

Not enough mana, mages? I just unleash [A Barrage of Forbidden Spells].

The gods descended, acting all high and mighty, saying they would punish mortals.

Me (looking up): Since you died once, doesn't that make you undead, more or less?

Trait activated: [Concept Imbuement: Anything Can Become Undead].

Gods: What are you doing? Don't come any closer!

The result: I reorganized the gods into neat ranks of undead, all lined up and hauling bricks at a construction site.

And so, the Age of Mythology came to an end, and the Age of the White Eagle began.

"This world doesn't need gods. It just needs an undead boss who can stack traits infinitely."