Hundreds Years After I Was Called [Just Corpse], I’ve Become Strongest Undead When I Woke Up

"Hah, hah, hah..."

I have difficulty breathing and my whole body is as heavy as lead.

It's as if it's your body.

/(adv-to, adv-to) (on-mim) slightly/slightly/slightly/slightly/(P)/

I heard a loud noise.

When I realize it, I'm falling on a hard ground.

The unique smell of stone and sand poked my nose.

We're at our limit.

The potion had already bottomed out.

Injured enough to reach the internal organs and can't wait to heal.

The earth was far away, and the dangerous monsters wandered countless times, believing in slight hope.

But that's it, too.

Instead of walking anymore, it is difficult to get up.

"... my life... what the hell..."

It was a creepy life.

I, Zion, was born in a small village on the border.

It was a poor village, but I think I had a rather happy childhood.

But one day I yearned for the adventurer and jumped out of the village.

Though it was nice to be an adventurer in the city, it was also due to a naturally familiar personality, but I did not benefit from a very good companion and did most of the requests in solo.

Whatever you say, you probably had talent.

After successfully raising my adventurer rank, I realized that I was 20 years younger and ranked B.

If there were a hundred new adventurers, whether three of them would arrive.

That's B rank.

It's an area that only reaches some hard-workers or some special talents.

... so I guess I was out of luck for overstepping my strengths.

Challenging the difficult dungeon alone, I've been repeatedly hit, wounded, and thrashed by monsters.

"I'm... good... wow, you guys..."

I can't speak anymore.

My vision is gradually getting darker.

If we are reborn, we will live more steadily next time.

Diplomatic character is good.

Make a lot of friends, sometimes make stupid noises, sometimes seriously talk to each other...

At the end of the day, of course, not this lonely way of dying, but a happy smile surrounded by family...

"Hey, people are down."

"It's true. We have to help him."

--I woke up with that voice.

A dream?

No, I do hear voices.

And the footsteps are approaching.

Eventually, it was the four men who appeared to me as adventurers.

The two men are like swordsmen and scouts.

The remaining two are women, wizards and healers, respectively.

It's a well-balanced party.

Not like Solo's me.

I'm sure this dangerous dungeon will allow us to pursue our quest with stability.

How lucky that is.

What a coincidence to meet another party in this vast dungeon.

And he's worried about me.

Thank you so much for finding the dying adventurer in the dungeon, but instead of helping, I hear some terrible colleagues stab him and steal all his golden objects.

... no, wait.

Something's wrong.

The healer woman stopped the swordsman who tried to use the potion.

"... unfortunately, I can't help you."

"Why?

"I mean, this is just a corpse."

Just a corpse...?

I couldn't understand the words spoken by the healer woman.

That can't be true.

Because I'm still alive.

In fact, I'm watching you and listening to the conversation.

"There's only one thing we can do... I'll purify you so that you don't become undead.... that's already about to happen."

Hmm, that's a lie...?

So, what do you want? My body is dead, and I don't know if it's souls or spirits, but you're listening to them in that state?

Ooooooooooooooooo!

It was then.

All of a sudden, I thought something terrific sounded from above, and the ground swayed a lot.

"Nh, what...?

"The earth trembles!?

"In the dungeon!?

The vibration does not go away at all.

Cracks in the ceiling, parallax and stone and soil descend.

"Oh, isn't it going to collapse...?

"Are you kidding me!?

"Hurry up, go to the ground!

They ran at a glance.

Leave me, of course.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I'll bury him alive... no, he's already dead?

Thinking so, I became less scared.

I feel like I can't do anything anymore.

Eventually, the ceiling really collapses.

I greeted the approaching stone wall with a blurry view.

◇ ◇ ◇

On that day, a violent earthquake struck the Emmalina Empire, which triumphed over the western continent.

Among the dragon species known as the most powerful monster, the four dragon emperors are said to reign at the top.

Two of them, the Fire Dragon Emperor and the Ice Dragon Emperor, clashed in the airspace of the Emarina Empire.

Fire and ice rained, and typhoon-like storms blown out.

It was no longer a natural disaster.

No matter how powerful they were, there was no way to make them before the two dragon emperors.

In the aftermath of a spectacular battle, Balkaba, known as the second largest city in the Empire, disappeared.

On the contrary, the terrain in the surrounding area has changed.

Eventually the battle ended with winners and losers.

The defeated Ice Dragon Emperor was completely burned to death.

Meanwhile, the winner, Emperor Furyu, was also on the verge of death.

Without losing most of his power and flying in the sky, he fell to the ground.

Where the Fire Dragon Emperor crashed.

That's exactly what happened in the dungeon where an adventurer died.