A clueless bunny (freedom fighter) was slowly making its way back to its burrow. It looked left and right to make sure that no predators (hired soldiers) were around, and walked into a ruin.
“Anyone following you?” A woman came out of a trapdoor in the ground. A dark tunic covered her whole body, revealing nothing but a pair of green eyes.
“No, I'm sure no one saw me.” The man answered.
“Wrong answer!” A fraction of a second after Lich said that, the man's spine was stabbed, and subsequently broken, between the 6th and 7th cervical vertebrae, paralyzing him instantly.
Lich noticed somebody sneaking around, and started silently following them. One of the skills he learned while being a menace to society was moving unnoticed. Other such abilities included ignoring one's emotions, fighting with one-handed weapons, and making scrambled eggs.
The woman tried to go back through the hatch, but her jawbone was pulled toward Lich after his weapon entered her mouth from below. He kicked her head while it was getting closer, ripping out her mandible.
A second strike fell on the paralyzed man's spine, this time decapitating him.
“First chapter done. Wait, isn't this more of a prologue? I guess I will decide depending on how many mere people I kill.” Eager to continue the slaughter, Lich jumped into the trapdoor and fell for about 5 meters.
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“Wha— Who are yo—” He couldn't finish, since the backside of Lich's pick castrated him.
There were four more people, who all took out their weapons after seeing Lich disable the first man. Two of these people rushed toward the attacker at the same time.
Lich evaded an overhead swing, and blocked the second strike, which was aimed at his right tight, before responding by completely destroying the first man's left kneecap with a quick spin strike.
The second person had her abdomen ripped open with the same attack, leaving her to bleed out. Seeing the horrifying sight, the other two tried to run out of the room. One of them was stopped by having his head opened to new ideas, by letting them through a giant hole in the back of his head. Sadly, the other escapee managed to open the doors and call for help.
“Save—” He was interrupted by being tripped, and falling on his face. Lich then grabbed the pick with both of his hand, and put them above his head, evidently readying for a powerful overhead strike.
Not a second later, the weapon fell with great speed. Skin, muscle, bone, brain—nothing could stop the heavy pick, and the guard's head explode, painting the surrounding meter dark pink.
The eunuch passed out from pain, the woman died of blood loss, a man without a kneecap quieted down after seeing another man's head stop existing, and the crowd of around 50 people in the room behind the door had no time to even begin comprehending the situation, leaving the Lich in a new black-pink robe surrounded by complete silence.
He looked up at the herd of sheep, some armed, while others not, and made a mad smile behind his mask.
The king of undead was about to conscript a whole bunch of people.