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

"A face of death distorted by fear... a face of death begging while crying... a face of death filled with irrational rage... a face of death despaired of helplessness unable to fulfill his vengeance... Ah, none of them can be followed..."

Silver-haired teenagers murmur with their breath as they gaze at the face of a dead body handy enough to handle artwork.

Slim, tall, and upright.

Because of this, while there was a tough situation of confirming the body happily, it seemed like it was a beautiful scene in the painting.

The name of the youth is Jean-Diago.

He is a corpse-loving psychic and an internationally renowned criminal.

He's just resurrecting dead bodies in the grave as undead, killing thousands of people alive.

It turns out that there were over a hundred victims, but it was more than that.

Jean himself doesn't remember how many people he killed.

"─!?

Jean, who was in a good mood, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

And he began to tremble his lips with a sawdust.

"What's the matter, Jean?

"Master...?

"So, are you sure you're okay? Something's wrong with your body...!?

It was the "masterpieces" that Jean was particularly fond of among the countless undead people he was using who noticed the anomaly and spoke out worriedly.

Jean named them "The Nine Dead Generals," and they were the heroes who, without exception, gave an unusual medal of arms during their lifetime.

Of course, there were nine of them.

"Seo... the Nine Dead Shogun is down..."

Jean went all the way to the eastern island country, where he resurrected Saw as an undead warrior.

And Jean perceived that his soul had vanished from afar.

"Ahhhhh! Why did you do that!? Why what!?

Jean cried.

She shed tears and raised her mourning cry.

"Sew! I can't even see you anymore, instead of holding your cold body! That can't be right!?

"" Master Jean.... ""

"Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

For a while, Jean's voice sounded like a tree spirit around him.

And then...

Yeah, it's refreshing ~ ♪

When I realized it, I smiled back.

As if nothing had happened, Jean says obviously.

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it that's gone. And even though it's called the Nine Dead Generals, it's still the last seat. Next, let's find a better element."

Jean asks his family, Undead.

"But with your help, our flesh should regenerate indefinitely...?

Jean shook his head.

"That's if the spirit remains. Saw probably wiped out the whole body."

"Is that possible...?

"It's almost impossible... I can't believe my magic was broken."

It is not easy to break Jean's powerful Death Magic and destroy the Spirit itself.

Not to mention Seo is a master of Oriental swordsmanship.

It has excellent ability to detect enemy signs and is difficult to ambush.

In addition, using a technique called "shrinkage" that instantly fills the distance between the two of us, the slash launched from there is almost inevitable.

Fighting from the front won't be easier than him.

"What if I could think of the Meltian Knights? Apparently, the Crusaders, who gathered a selection of Holy Knights to take me seriously, are nearby."

Jean guesses.

I've been attacked several times by Meltist knights, but I've come back for it every time.

But this time, it doesn't seem to be as good as it used to be.

"Speaking of the last seat, it's better than I thought that I would defeat the Nine Dead Generals I made in the secret of Death Ghost Art. But the other nine dying generals aren't going to be that easy. Besides, I don't even have a wife under development....."

Jean laughed joyfully as he turned the giant sect against him.

"Fufufu, I'm rather looking forward to it. Make a holy knight with a thick faith my undead and force him to disobey God.... I can't believe you're treacherous and just imagining!

... I didn't even think of him at this time.

One of his masterpieces was lost because it had nothing to do with the church or because of an undead.

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"I knew it wouldn't play..."

I watched the ashes for over two hours after the long-haired undead burned out, but in the end, there was no sign of resurrection.

It was an undead that seemed dangerous to leave behind, so I tried to stick to it just in case... you're all right now, right?

"Even if you burn it so much, it won't be a problem... bufu"

I remembered what I was confidently declaring and I laughed a little.

"Well, it's time to get out of here.... but what do we do with this?

I looked at countless bodies piled up in the basement.

Of course, I can't help you anymore, but it's pathetic to leave it like this.

"Well... if you take it outside, you'll definitely suspect me, won't you? Not to mention that if they find out it's undead, it's impossible to solve the suspicion anymore."

I borrowed my clothes and I dressed beautifully.

I want to see if I can walk the city without making noise.

"... forgive me"

I apologized so lightly that I decided to leave the body behind.

Perhaps the woman who escaped will report back to the city guards, and they will find her soon.

When I left the abandoned house, it was already dawn.

Walk out of the still quiet city in the cold early morning air.

"Nh... it's a person..."

A middle-aged man who seems to be walking in the morning approached from the front.

It's okay. It's okay.

I am dressed properly now.

I wear a hat, and I don't think they'll find out if it's undead.

Who can imagine an undead walking around the city who doesn't like the sun from dawn in the first place?

I cross paths with men with tension.

……

For a moment, he looked at me strangely, but the man passed by without any trouble.

All right, it worked!

I accidentally squeeze my fist.

This will make it possible to walk around the city magnificently.

As the sun rose, the city gradually became active.

The streets are also increasing.

In the meantime, I was walking along the boulevard with my chest full.

I've been crossing paths with people many times, but no one stops my feet.

I was completely mixed up with ordinary people.

Is it okay if I take my hat off?

Gray hair is rare, but not absent, and red eyes will hardly stand out this day.

That's when I put my hand on my head to take off my hat with all my heart.

Buuuuuuuuu!

Heavy bass sounded from behind.

Looking back, what I saw was like that carriage with the roof.

"It's moving...?

There are no horses, no lords.

And yet the car is trembling and running toward us.

"Amazing....."

P ~ ~ ~ ~!

Uh-oh, did it ring suddenly!?

With the annoying sound of my ears, it stopped right in front of me.

A fat man comes out of the inside and yells.

"Hey, I'm in the way! Get out of the way!"

"Ah... nh... nh..."

Looks like we've jammed our path.

I made a great pave for it.

The man peered into my face and opened his eyes wide.

"Nh... my bright white hair and red eyes..."

Shit, they saw us!

But this is still the range that I envisioned.

You don't think I'm undead just because I look a little different.

"Keh, was it true that it was in the paper this morning...?

Hmm? What's a thin van...?

Even with that doubt, I smiled to appeal to people and animals not harmful.

Come on.

"This horrible smile!? As it was written in the newspaper...!

Suddenly, a man turned to something.

It is a mysterious object with a large fist and an L-shape.

Pahhh!

The next moment, along with that burst sound, something like a stone struck my eyebrow directly.