Harvey spent his childhood in an orphanage with ogres, orcs, and goblins.

Judging from the racial composition, the city of Kaimon where he was raised was also of lower-middle class - the orphanage was just using the name of 'diversity' to defraud subsidies.

Obviously, he had a very happy childhood, with free entertainment (no one supervised him), getting along well with other children (physics), social practice every day (fighting for food), and receiving the best education (online educational resources). However, unlike Fernando Ferreira, who emerged from the mud without being stained and later became the mayor, Harvey did not jump out of the quagmire, but he did not learn to be a bad person. After leaving the orphanage at the age of fifteen, he went to work as a plasterer on a construction site.

Yes, the 'Controller', the top killer feared by everyone in Blood Moon Kaimon City, the 'Ghost King' who will transform the Kingdom of Gospel into the Kingdom of the Dead in the future, the 'Ghost Knight' who is famous in the Senluo Wasteland, was originally just a construction site dog, and he fought for three years. The young man with a somewhat morbid beauty was tanned dark.

Moreover, unlike other workers, he did not spend money to buy candy for excitement, go to the casino to give away money, or go to tea and coffee to buy sex. He honestly saved the money as a down payment, planning to buy a house in the suburbs in the future. Now Harvey thinks back, he also feels that he was very strange at that time - why did he buy a house? Most of the Blood Moon people rent houses, not only because the house is expensive, but also because the Blood Moon people are alone and have no need for a "stable residence".

Wherever you sleep tonight is home.

But perhaps because of the comfortable and warm mansions he saw in movies and TV shows, or because he built many houses while plastering, a strange obsession was deeply planted in his mind: he also wanted to have a house of his own.

Harvey usually spends his time flipping through decoration magazines and architectural reference books, planning how to decorate his house, what materials to use, what style to choose, how to wire, how... He even occasionally works part-time as a decorator to accumulate experience for his new house.

While other decorators were flirting with the charming hostess, he was the only one observing whether the suspended ceiling was too redundant.

His coworkers all say he is a weirdo. After all, everyone is only thinking about where to go for fun tonight, but you are the only one thinking about what will happen ten or twenty years from now - it's hard to say whether you will still be alive by then. The Blood Moon people are always so optimistic.

But if nothing unexpected happens, as long as Harvey avoids all consumer traps, he still has a chance to achieve this small goal.

However, the world is so unreasonable. That night, the security guard asked for leave for something, so Harvey took the initiative to apply for the night shift to watch over the construction site to earn more money. He was reading a magazine in the security room, and there was a strange noise coming from the construction site. He went out to see that in the construction site illuminated by the blood moon, a girl in black was chopping a corpse on the ground with a knife until the corpse stopped moving.

Harvey was watching quietly nearby. The girl suddenly turned her head to look at him, her high ponytail thrown back. Then she walked over, stretched out her hand and pushed Harvey to the ground, then approached him, put the machete across his neck, and said majestically: "Come, help me deal with the body!"

Harvey didn't know her name was Narbel, nor did he know who she was killing, let alone what organization she belonged to, but he had an idea and replied, "Then I am your accomplice."

That was Harvey's first time dealing with a corpse, and it was also the roughest one he handled. Perhaps because of this fate, after Harvey followed Narbel into the organization, he became a scavenger, specializing in cleaning up corpses.

He didn't show his talent for the Undead faction at that time, but he worked very hard and figured out more than 30 formulas of reagents to deal with blood, feces, minced meat and other corpse residues in different environments. Even the blood-crazy hunters couldn't find any clues at the corpse scene he handled.

It wasn't until they were dealing with a corpse in an alley that a wild necromancer felt that Harvey's serious attitude towards corpses really appealed to his sexual preferences, so he took the initiative to accept Harvey as his disciple, and Harvey thus stepped into the world of necromancers.

He gradually changed from a scavenger to a controller and scavenger - he would directly deal with the corpses after killing people, providing a one-stop service from death to sinking into the sea.

Harvey and Narbel often carried out missions together, but they didn't chat much. Narbel did try to bring up topics, but Harvey was often silent and perfunctory, and it was difficult for him to come up with any opinions - he really had no culture and no humor.

The only two topics that Harvey was interested in, besides corpse spots, were the new home. But then it was Narbel's turn to remain silent, but she would also listen to Harvey talk about how he would decorate his new home in the future, and what kind of corpse spots would look best after a person dies...

The peaceful days continued until Harvey's face was seen during an operation, and the information was exposed to the Blood Hunter. If he had to continue hiding, it would only implicate the organization, so Harvey erased his memory of the "controller" and was caught by the Blood Hunter as a scavenger and thrown into the Broken Lake Prison.

People's life is moving towards death, and the value of people depends on the value of death.

This is a famous quote from a necromancer. Necromancers are actually a group of very depressed guys. Perhaps it is because they watch death all day long, so death is also watching them silently, and occasionally touches their heads. But necromancers are very positive, because they are the most opposed to suicide and death, claiming that "only corpses that try to survive to the end have higher value."

Harvey knew that he would die if he entered Broken Lake, but he didn't care. He had never cared about anything in his life. Since he had only been moved once in his life by the girl who asked him to collect her body, dying to protect her was a worthwhile death.

It was not until two years later that Harvey realized that he had nothing to protect. So he had to escape from prison with Ash and others. He could not stay in Broken Lake, and he could not die in vain.

Death is worthwhile, that is the only thing he cares about.

Harvey had imagined his own death countless times, dying in prison escape, dying in revenge, dying in escape, dying in the gospel, dying in revenge against An Nan, dying in the attack on the Yisu Palace, dying in the battle with the Silver Lantern...

In the end, he died on the last step back home, which was exactly the fate of a necromancer...

……Home?

Oh, it’s all because Ash said so many times that he was going home, I almost thought...

I have a home too.

Harvey felt himself falling deeper and deeper into the sea. He turned his head and saw a dark corpse dragon that seemed to be covered in a misty veil. Its veil was glittering, as if it was draped over the starry sky. Its dark body was so huge and majestic, but a closer look revealed that its body was almost made of chains.

Mist Veil Corpse Prison Dragon.

When studying necromancy, this dragon would often appear to help Harvey, and even possessed Alice. Otherwise, Harvey would not have been able to develop the Ghost King Shackles into the Blood Moon Corpse King in just a few months.

He never knew why the Mist Corpse Hell Dragon wanted to help him, but he didn't care. Now that he saw it, Harvey had a vague understanding: "My soul can't go to hell, so it should belong to you?"

"Although I want to wait for those two guys in hell, but... they won't come down so early."

"Then it's yours." Harvey said softly, "This time, I should be..."

"It's a worthwhile death."

The Mist Corpse Dragon spread its wings of death and gently enveloped Harvey.