There is one rule in the countless worlds of cultivation, no matter the gods, monsters, or people. Death is power.

The name is Bones. That's it. Just Bones. It's not great, but I give my summoner some slack. He is missing some memories.

It's a long story. Vampires, betrayal, forbidden love, dragons, swords, magic, monsters, witches, probably some death, and all the other good stuff. Or at least we think so. As I said, he has no memory. His backstory could be anything.

Anyway, my nameless summoner struggles to survive in the wild—until I come along.

I am the new boss now. With me in charge, we have a fighting chance at this thing called life.