What would one do if they were denied their chance at glory? To be cast aside and become nothing more than a forgotten pile of bones, their names dust in the history of the world? A peasant who wished to fulfill God’s will and do right by his family, felled by disease. A martial artist with more heart than sense who was struck down by natural disaster. A tribal warrior that couldn't save his tribe and died without the chance to lift his spear. Across time and space, these warriors were given a second chance, for a god of an accursed land granted them powers beyond imagining and with it, a second life. What awaits them next? A world filled with rot so strong that corpses disappeared into a cloud of dust and bones. A landscape warped by the Usurper of God, the culprit who waits on his throne. A world where his monsters roamed freely, slaughtering as they pleased. A land that no sane person would ever thrive in. In this rotten world full of dust and bones, the only path forward was to usurp the Usurper. Or die trying. ON HIATUS