Global Evolution: I Became A Zombie! - Chapter 190 - 186: The God of Decay (2)

To pass as an imperial concubine, one must be professional.

Actually, the profession of an imperial concubine is pretty good. The emperor will accompany you in eating and drinking, and even pay you for it. What’s not good about that?

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Artwork By : Ratchid LotfReincarnated person in another world in 1991 , where the gaming and entertainment industry are like in those early 1980s*I just love those video game developer novel , but unfortunately most of them are focused on so much things except video games industry. I also not big fan of harem.I've also knew to writing so please forgive me if I'm making mistake, and if you seek perfection in my novel, you ain't gonna find it lol, also this is not translation but my OG, Also be patient this fics have slightly slow pace*English Also not my first Language. So i write this with my First language then translate it with help of AI.*

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Fate, a gatekeeper who had been working for the castle, is beset by a few burdens.