Scammed and abandoned, Sean Jackson dies miserably on the streets. But that wasn't the end. He is reborn, not as a human but rather, without flesh; a Skeleton. Crawling out of his grave, he finds himself in a forest in the dead of night. It takes him a moment to adjust but as two half-deads run into him and explain some things, he understands: Another world.

Thrust into a brand new world, Sean finds Undead are actually revered and he has a chance to set things right; not be scammed, not be abandoned, and definitely not be burned alive. But wait, if the undead were nobility and he was worshipped, wouldn't this mean he could finally have a chance to relieve his life just like the fairytales he loved so much? Besides, the world never bothered to favor him, it only took things from him, sometimes out of negligence, sometimes due to sheer bad luck. So, why shouldn't he, now that he had the chance, not take it?

"The world screwed me, time to return the favor."

(A/N: This novel is not for the faint of heart. It deals with a lot of complicated topics ranging from slaves, monster freedom, abuse, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised.)

Ps. Will be posting this on RR too