When life ends, his power begins.
Kim Suho hated mornings.
Not just because of the cold floor that greeted his feet or the instant coffee that never tasted right, but because every dawn meant another gate could open. Another neighborhood swallowed. Another friend died. Or worse—turned.
"Gate opening in Zone 11-C. All civilians must evacuate. Rank C hunters and above, report to your guild commanders immediately."
The broadcast echoed across the rusted speakers outside his apartment building. Suho stared at his reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror. Twenty-two years old. Average height. Average looks. No skills. No class. No rank.
A nobody.
But unlike most nobodies, Kim Suho could see things—things no one else could.
Last year, on the day his sister died during a gate breach, he heard a voice. Calm. Cold. Divine.
"System initializing… Host compatibility confirmed. Necrosystem online."
At first, he thought he was going crazy and seeing shadows crawl beneath corpses and hearing whispers in the wind. But then came the quests. The leveling. The undead.
And the power.
He pulled his hood up and left the building, walking toward the edge of Zone 11-C. People ran the other way. Panic painted the streets. And there, in the distance, reality cracked.
A gate.
It floated in the air like a vertical pool of black water, crackling with violet lightning. From its depths, shrieks echoed.
"Suho!"
A voice pulled him from the edge.
It was Han Yura, a healer from the Silver Fang Guild. She was clad in her combat gear—light armor, silver spear on her back, hair tied up. Her rank was B, but she fought like an A-ranker.
"You're not even a hunter. Why are you here?" she scolded, grabbing his arm.
"I… I have something I need to do."
Her eyes narrowed. "You've got a death wish."
He didn't answer. Instead, he opened his status window, invisible to her.
[Necrosystem Status]
Host: Kim Suho
Class: ???
Level: 7
Race: Human (Undead Monarch)
Skills:
Raise Undead (Lv.1)Death Perception (Passive)Corpse Storage (10/10)Undying Will (Locked)
There were ten bodies in his storage already. He'd been preparing.
"I'm going in," he said. "This time… I won't just watch people die."
Yura looked like she wanted to argue, but the gate screamed again—something big was coming through.
"You idiot,"she muttered, then pushed a small charm into his hand. "A protection talisman. It won't save you from a monarch, but it might stop you from dying immediately."
"Thanks."
Then the first monster stepped out.
A bone beast, ten feet tall, with ribs like blades and a face like a knight's helmet forged in fire. It roared, and a dozen more followed it, flooding out of the gate.
Hunters charged. Spells flew. Screams began.
Kim Suho took a breath, closed his eyes, and whispered:
"Necrosystem… activate skill: Raise Undead."
The ten corpses materialized around him—fallen beasts, human warriors, even a wyvern skull. Shadow poured into them.
And they stood.
He stepped forward, his army behind him. The wind carried a familiar voice again:
"Quest updated. New Title Unlocked: Successor of the Undying Monarch."
The war had begun.
And Kim Suho was no longer a nobody.