Mr_Raiden

In a world where warriors and mages wield incredible power to battle monsters and conquer dungeons, Leon was just another hopeful teenager awaiting his awakening. At eighteen, he stepped forward to touch the Awakening Orb, dreaming of a legendary class—perhaps a powerful Mage or a fearsome Warrior.

But fate had other plans.

[You have awakened the F-Rank Class: Necromancer]
[Your subclass is: Zombie Lord]

The world sneered. Necromancy was a taboo, a weak class fit for those who couldn't survive real combat. Zombies? Nothing more than mindless, slow-moving corpses. With no future in sight, Leon was cast aside as a failure.

Until he actually used his ability.

[Select Your Zombie Type]
— Warrior Zombie
— Mage Zombie
— Healer Zombie

Unlike traditional necromancers, Leon’s system let him create and customize zombies—giving them skills, equipping them with weapons, and even allowing them to evolve. With the right combination of magic, strategy, and firepower, his undead army could be unstoppable.

Armed with a mana-powered magic gun, Leon fights alongside his growing legion of enhanced zombies, proving that an F-Rank class can become the most terrifying existence in the world.

The dungeons will fall.
The strong will kneel.
And soon… the world will know the name Leon, The Zombie Lord

THE ZOMBIE SYSTEM

The corridor tightened as they advanced, forcing Elise and Garet to walk single file. The air thickened with every step. Moisture clung to the stone walls like sweat, and the torchlight—flickering in its rusted cradle—didn't chase away the darkness. It only made the shadows seem alive.

He moved a pace behind them, quiet, watching. The stone beneath his boots was uneven, water pooled in cracks, and the air smelled of mildew and iron. His Zombie Mage moved beside him, silent as smoke, its glowing eyes sweeping the darkness ahead.

Not the rustle of water or the groan of old stone. This was metal against rock—rhythmic, intentional.

Garet stopped mid-step. "You hear that?"

Leon gave a nod. His hand moved toward his side—not to cast, just to prepare.

Up ahead, something shifted. Yellow eyes blinked open in the gloom.

Small. Crooked-backed. Their patchwork armor glinted as they stepped into the light—snarling, grinning, drooling behind jagged teeth. They looked hungry. Reckless. But not alone.

Leon's eyes scanned the edges of the corridor—alcoves and splits in the wall. Movement. Shadows that weren't still.

Garet surged forward. "Stay back! I've got this!"

Steel flashed. His boots hit wet stone. He raised his sword for a clean overhead slash.

A streak of blue light tore through the air.

It hummed past Garet's shoulder and smashed into a goblin's chest, spinning the creature backward in a jerking spasm. It hit the wall and slid down, limbs twitching.

The goblins roared. The rest of them charged.

From the shadows, more emerged—fangs bared, crude blades raised.

One reached Leon's zombie before it could cast again, slamming its rusted dagger into the creature's arm with a wet crunch. The undead staggered—but didn't fall.

The wound sealed as quickly as it formed, the skin pulling tight like wax melting in reverse.

[Zombie Mage: Passive Regeneration Triggered]

The zombie's hand rose. Mana gathered—faster now. Smoother.

Another bolt ripped forward and struck a second goblin between the ribs. It crumpled, twitching once before going still.

Elise froze mid-step. "That thing's... fast."

Leon didn't respond. He didn't need to.

[Zombie Mage gained EXP — Progress: 40%]

Another goblin lunged at Garet from the right, snarling. Garet turned too slow, raising his sword late. The goblin crashed into his shoulder—momentum carrying it forward.

Garet stumbled, nearly losing his footing.

The zombie pivoted, cloak swirling, hand rising without delay.

A third Mana Bolt launched—cleaner than the first. The projectile sliced through the air and slammed into the goblin's spine. Its back arched violently as it hit the floor with a final rasp.

The corridor fell still. Only the soft drip of water echoed now—far off, like a memory of rain.

Three goblin bodies lay crumpled on the stone. Burned. Broken.

[Zombie Mage gained EXP — Progress: 80%]

His zombie's breathing—nonexistent. Its posture—unmoved.

It hadn't slowed. Hadn't needed direction.

That was more than utility. That was autonomy.

Elise glanced over, her mouth parting slightly. No words came. She looked from Leon to the zombie and back again.

Garet stared at the bodies, the tip of his sword slowly lowering.

"…I didn't even get to finish my swing."

His eyes were already on the corridor ahead.

He stepped forward, his pace steady.

The zombie followed without hesitation.

The First Battle: Zombies Are Different