Carlos Valois thought dying once was enough—until he woke up as a 10-year-old in the world of "The Dark Era," a game he'd mastered in his previous life.

Born as the last heir of a fallen noble house, Carlos discovers he's destined for a tragic fate: in six years, he'll be manipulated into joining the dark forces and killed by his own childhood friend. But this time, he has the ultimate cheat code—memories of the future.

While other kids play with toys, Carlos hunts for divine legacies. Using his game knowledge, he performs an ancient ritual and steals a Demigod Mark from the thousand-year Sacred Oak—a power that should have remained hidden for decades.

At 15, Carlos awakens as a Death Herald with broken stats that shouldn't be possible. Most Death Heralds are fragile summoners hiding behind weak skeletons. But Carlos combines his necromancy with stolen divine abilities, creating a hybrid build that turns him into an unstoppable force.
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[Skeleton Warrior has successfully evolved into Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard!]
[Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard has activated Bond: Glory of the Purple Thornblades!]
[Twelve Purple Thornblade Guards have formed an Undead Armored Knight Legion!]
.....
His skeleton warriors aren't cannon fodder—they're elite undead legions enhanced beyond normal limits through secret evolution paths that took thousands of players years to discover.

Every "coincidental" encounter is actually Carlos farming legendary opportunities. While his sister thinks he's just a lucky genius, Carlos systematically raids every hidden treasure, secret technique, and forgotten legacy he remembers from the game. Ancient bloodlines, divine artifacts, mystical cultivation methods—if it exists, he's taking it.

With his infinitely evolving undead legion, Carlos set out on a path to rewrite destiny and become the supreme Death Herald legend.

After listening, Yolanda nodded admiringly:


"Young master is truly merciful, specially leaving them half an hour of rest time."


Sara looked at Carlos, then at the agreeing Yolanda, feeling somewhat dazed.


Though Psionics had better physical condition than ordinary people, could they handle 20 hours of daily supervision?


Soon Carlos's 20-hour supervision system got rolled out. Most Psionics stayed quiet—they'd come to complete missions and couldn't bail halfway. They could only suck it up, since ditching missions meant no compensation.


Chapter 292 - The Fifth Valkyrie