Frozen Tenderness

# DECISIVE
Mutations occurred around the whole world and soon, a demonic apocalypse befell. 
In order to defend against demonic beings, humans swiftly entered a globalized digital age. Everyone would be able to choose between a fighting or a supporting job through awakening once they reached the age of 18. These people would get stronger by slaying demonic beings.
Lu Yan had awakened to the weakest job, a Necromancer. However, he had also received a Job Supporting System and was able to reawaken into a hidden job, Lord of the Death.
“Necromancers are so weak that they die in one hit!”
“Man, that dude’s luck is just the worst. He did get a fighting job, but it’s the weakest. What can he do? Summon a few skeletons?”
“Also, aren’t there only like a handful of Necromancers out there? There aren’t a lot of experience or resources for them to inherit. Their future seems bleak.”
“Forget Necromancers! I got the Holy Knight job! Your all-around king is here!”
Not long after that, Lu Yan appeared in a full set of Death Nether Armor while wielding the Death Soul Scythe and leading a 100 thousand-strong death army. With a single swing of his scythe, he split the mythical rank demonic beast in half.
“Necromancers are weak? What does that have to do with me, the Lord of the Death?”

Global Job Change: Starting With The Hidden Job, Lord Of The Death

"Lord Netherworld? Hmph! He's only a high level lich. How dare he call himself Lord Netherworld?" The Black Flood Dragon had a disdainful expression.

The ghost flames in the high level necromancer's eyes flickered. He looked at the Black Flood Dragon and said angrily, "My dear friend, you better not be disrespectful to Lord Netherworld."

The Black Flood Dragon still had a disdainful expression. "I'm not interested in Lord Netherworld you're summoning. Don't forget our deal. I only want a dark elf with king blood."

"I'll give you another month. If you don't have a dark elf with king blood by then, don't blame me for falling out with you."

The high level necromancer's white skeleton jaw twisted as if he was smiling. "My dear friend, don't worry. I, Moreton, am the most trustworthy."

Then, the high level necromancer named Moreton stretched out his bony hand, as if he was asking the black dragon in front of him for something.

Hunt in the Wild, Expand the Undead Army