"Hell is empty, and the demons walk among us."
"Only by descending into darkness can one bring light to the world."
The sun burned high above Qin City's First High School. On the training field, hundreds of students in crisp uniforms stood in perfect rows, their faces pale with anticipation. Today was Contract Day—the moment every eighteen-year-old would carve their fate with the dead.
At the podium, the principal adjusted his square-rimmed glasses. His voice boomed, heavy with authority and solemnity, each word sinking into the crowd like iron weights.
"May the God of Death watch over you. May each of you forge a bond with a powerful undead."
A ripple of tension ran through the crowd. Three hundred hearts beat as one. Everyone shared the same desperate hope—to summon a mighty spirit and break free from mediocrity.
Among them stood Wang Yu, fists clenched at his side. Please, not one of the trash-tier undead. I can't afford that humiliation… not as a transmigrator.
Three years had passed since Wang Yu woke up in this world. Three years of training, pushing his soul power higher and higher—until he stood unrivaled in the school, his spiritual strength reaching an astonishing 90 points, the highest in the First High. By all logic, it guaranteed at least an A-rank undead. Maybe, just maybe, even the mythical S-rank.
Yet despite the numbers, he didn't dare relax. This world had one rule carved into blood and bone: the Contract decides everything.
A hundred years ago, demons had erupted from Hell and nearly wiped out humanity. Civilization survived only because the God of Death opened the gates of the Underworld, granting humans the ability to bond with undead guardians. Since then, every Contract Day had become both a celebration and a gamble with destiny.
Today would be his turn.