The Soul Collector: My Empire Wears Dead Men's Faces

If you could take the soul of any person who ever lived and place it inside someone walking among us today... who would you bring back?

And perhaps more importantly:
Whose body would you give them?

Unsettling thought, isn't it?
Fortunately, that's impossible.
For us, at least.

But Nameless can do exactly that.

He just doesn't know it yet.

And once he figures it out, the question won't be whether he'll use this power.

It'll be who he decides his world no longer needs.

Now that I've given you a morally questionable scenario to think about, here's what you might want to know before stepping into this world:

"So... what kind of world is this?"

One where every dead person leaves a soul flame behind.

It appears above the body after death and burns for eternity. Everyone can see them. No one can touch them.

At least, that's what humanity believes.

But the world our Male Lead was born into is built on far older secrets. 

"What kind of secrets?"

Long before humans, there were the Firstborn. The first intelligent beings to walk this world. They vanished, leaving behind artifacts that humanity can only wield through magic granted by the gods.

No one knows exactly what happened to the Firstborn.

And perhaps more importantly, no one seems particularly eager to find out.

"And who exactly is or ML?"

Nobody.
Quite literally.

Born beneath even the lowest rank of society, he wasn't considered important enough to be given a name. 

Nameless has no grand ambitions, no heroic dreams, and certainly no intention of changing the world.

He just wants to survive.
He simply doesn't know what for yet.

Unfortunately for him, the dead seem to have other plans.

"So... is this a necromancer story?"

Kind of.
But not really.

The dead stay dead.

Their souls don't.