When the game descended into reality, the old order of the world was shattered, and humanity entered the Age of Class Awakening.
Monsters roamed the land, while secret realms, dungeons, and abysses appeared across the world.
Within those terrifying places that few dared to enter lay precious treasures and unimaginable opportunities.
Every expedition could bring power and wealth.
Or it could become a journey from which no one returned.
Danger and opportunity existed side by side.
Terror and treasure were two sides of the same coin.
It was a reality everyone living in this era had long since learned to accept.
To survive in such a world, there was only one path—to become a Class Awakened, accumulate experience, increase one’s level, and master increasingly powerful skills.
Only those with sufficient strength could resist the monsters, venture deep into secret realms and dungeons, seize opportunities amid countless dangers, and eventually rise to the very pinnacle of the world.
And on the day of his awakening, Kyle Gray obtained a unique hidden class— Necromancer.
Along with his awakened class came a Divine Talent.
Even at Level 1, this talent amplified the effects of all his skills tenfold, allowing every ability he possessed to unleash power far beyond what its level should have permitted.
But that wasn’t all.
Kyle also awakened a Divine Passive Skill.
Any damage inflicted upon him would be transferred to his summons, forcing them to bear the damage in his place.
In other words, as long as even one of his summoned creatures remained alive, Kyle himself could not truly die.
Anyone who wished to take his life would first have to destroy every undead creature under his command.
However— When endless ranks of Divine Skeleton Warriors marched as a single army…
When billions of Lich Mages stood ready to unleash their spells…
When countless Undead Bone Dragons spread their enormous skeletal wings and blotted out the sky…
Who could possibly destroy them all?
Kyle stood before his undead legion, gazing calmly at the enemies in the distance.
“Endless Divine Skeleton Warriors, billions of Lich Mages, and more Undead Bone Dragons than you could ever count…” “Against my undead army, how long do you think you can last?” A curse descended.
Even gods who stood high above all mortal beings found their flesh withering away until nothing remained but pale bones.
Then the corpses exploded.
Terrifying power swept across heaven and earth.
The sky trembled.
The land split apart.
Even the entire world seemed ready to collapse beneath the force of the destruction.
Yet throughout it all, Kyle remained seated upon a throne forged from bones.
Below him stretched an undead legion without end.
Skeleton Warriors stood in perfectly ordered ranks.
Lich Mages waited silently for his command.
Countless Undead Bone Dragons circled high above the battlefield.
Azure soul flames covered the earth, spreading toward the horizon like an endless ocean belonging to the dead.
Every undead creature obeyed only one master.
And for the Kyle of today, the boundary separating life and death was no longer an uncrossable barrier.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked down upon the battlefield before him.
“I sit upon the Throne of Bones and walk between life and death.” At that moment, countless undead raised their heads in unison.
The azure flames burning within their hollow eyes suddenly blazed brighter.
“I am—” “The Calamity!”