I am a zombie, a thinking zombie.

As a zombie, I just need to live a sad life every day.

Because I was very weak, I couldn't even compete with those big guys for food. I was so hungry that I could only live in a daze every day, and my brain could hardly function.

I can't even get food, so what else can I do except lie down and waste my time feeling depressed?

Because I have died once, it is difficult to wait for death.

Until one day, I was summoned to another world by a necromancer. He seemed to give me some orders, but I couldn't understand what he was saying, so I attacked him and ate him.

Although the meat is very tough, tender and sour, don't be too picky if you can eat it.

By devouring the brains of necromancers, I gained the common language of the continent, basic magical knowledge, and the ability to summon the undead...