“Oh, successor of Lord Nakron! Please enlighten us insignificant beings as to your most noble name!” Kalriven exclaimed while prostrating in front of Kang Yoon-Soo.

“Kang Yoon-Soo,” he replied in a low voice. Kang Yoon-Soo then slowly got up from his seat and began to speak in a tone befitting a ruler. “I command you not as Nakron’s successor, but as myself.”

“What is it, my liege?” Kalriven asked.

“Do not liken yourselves to mere corpses. Nobody shall refer to any being that moves and gives respect as a corpse,” Kang Yoon-Soo replied.

Kalriven was astonished, but it quickly snapped out of its daze and suddenly exclaimed, “Kang Yoon-Soo! I salute our new liege!”

Kang Yoon-Soo’s title suddenly changed from that of Nakron’s successor to the monarch of the undead; it was the proof of the undead acknowledging him as their master.

The undead expressed their joy upon the emergence of their new master. The skeletons clacked their jaws, the banshees danced and sang with their hideous voices, the ghosts flew around close to the ceiling, and the dullahans passed their heads around.

“It might not be the right time to say this, but… Don’t you think that guy is more sinister than the undead…?” Henrick...