All People: Penniless Necromancer, Ten Thousand Bones Form an Army

Everyone said necromancers were the weakest class, until they saw me. A mage afraid of close combat? I cast [Undead Armor]. Not enough mana? I cast [Chain Forbidden Spells]. A god descends, arrogant, claiming to punish mortals. I (look up): Since you've died once, you're basically undead, right? Trigger: [Concept Grant: Everything Can Be Undead]. God: What are you doing? Stay away! Result: All gods and buddhas were reorganized into an undead phalanx, neatly moving bricks on a construction site. From then on, the age of mythology ended, and the era of the White Eagle descended. "This world doesn't need gods, only a necromancer boss who can stack infinite tags."