Virtues of A Regression

The inevitable wounds and scars covered my body.

Thousands and millions of lives were buried, their very blood stained my hands bright crimson.

I couldn't prevent the wounds ended up on my bare skin every single time. No matter how many times it occurred to me, being a lone wolf in fearsome situations was my call.

The countless battles I fought with my undead army were engraved in my memories ever since.

[ Welcome, brave and mighty heroes. ]

"But you're telling me to go through that shithole again?!"

The time has come to regain my formal strength.
I, who eventually died in such a cliché way, had seen the world's end.
With my knowledge of the past, I'll be the most capable necromancer there is!

...And maybe try to prevent the world meeting it's end, I guess.

Resources? I'll horde them all.
Potions? A shit-ton of them.
Skills? I'll learn every single one there is.

[ Player Park Jae Sung, your class is 'Healer' ]

"...Fuck."