In a old house, a pile of bones can be found. That's me, the name is Ash, and I'm supposed to be dead, but for some reason I'm still able to think and see the world around me. When I first awoke like this I freaked out…
Now I just live with it, not like I can move anymore anyway. Actually… I wanna try something.
Willing my body to move, I watched in shock as my normally inert bones began to move, reforming into a full standing skeleton.
Dust flew up in the air as I began to move my limbs. Memories of a time before this mess, I was a deadly female assassin who served the king directly and was killed by the arrogant prince.
Trying to speak I was shocked when a hollow and empty voice came from my mouth.
"That bastard… wait I can actually speak!?"
More memories entered my mind as I remembered the system that was part of this world.
"Status…"
[Name: Ash
Species: Wight
Race: Undead
Skills: Dagger mastery, Stealth
Bio: a former assassin now reborn as the future slayer of kings]
"At least the system recognizes my goal."
Picking up the silver dagger I had used to kill my of my targets, the still pristine blade reflected my now bony face in its edge.
[you have discovered the magic artifact: Dagger of Death's Daughter.
magical effect: boosted damage against those marked for death.
Inherent Skill: Death Mark: mark a target for death increasing all damage they take by 15%]
"My old dagger, now a artifact? How long was I dead?"
[User was dead for over 1000 years, all semblance of your influence has disappeared from the world.]
"That long huh..?"