Prologue:

TJ lay on the stone sarcophagus in his family's mausoleum, suffering from a massive neck wound that poured blood. The mausoleum was the only one in the cemetery of this shit town. His family came to this region in the early 50's and became very successful in agriculture. Later his family turned to law enforcement, and TJ was eager to follow that tradition. Unfortunately, he was the last surviving member of the family. And thanks to that pretentious shitbag, he will soon join his family.

TJ knew what his duty was when the system descended. He would continue to protect his community. Something that would be needed in this crisis. His plans were derailed when "he" came to rob the police department. As a result, TJ's entire family was slaughtered by bandits and thieves. TJ sat there holding his wife and kids' corpses for days. Other officers came, but he sent them away with threats of violence and retribution. A few days later, more pillagers entered his residence. He killed the intruders mercilessly, pushing him over level five granting him a class.

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It didn't take him long to understand why he had been granted the class. The area he occupied was brimming with death energy. With these new necromantic abilities, he would raise an army and avenge his family. But it was not to be so. Now he lay there bleeding from a bullet wound that exploded the side of his neck. His passive health regen was too slow to stave off the bleeding debuff, and heal the wound.

He could feel his life ending as darkness closed in. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest as it slowed. Not willing to give up, TJ's mind raced for solutions, when one desperate thought entered his mind. He failed in life, but maybe he can get the justice his soul demands in death. Accessing his mana, he pushed with every ounce of strength his dying body could muster. Selecting "Raise Undead", he held the power in his hand until the absolute last second. As his eyes closed, and the last beat of his heart struck, his hand fell to his chest.

For long moments, the mausoleum was silent. Not even insects nor rodents could be heard. The mausoleum had truly become a void. Time had no meaning, life had no beginning or end. And what felt like a millennium was over in an instant. Black abyssal eyes opened on to the world. A wave of necrotic energy spread throughout the cemetery. A deep guttural voice sounded "DERRICK MILLER."