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Reborn As A Ghost: Time To Build My Undead Army!

A Young woman dies on her trip to Japan in the most anticlimactic way possible, buried by a pile of manga, light novels, and even lewd doujin after an earthquake. In her last moments, all the wishes she has suddenly become reality and materialize in all sorts of Special Abilities before she finds herself reincarnated into a corpse! Wait... Why is the corpse not moving? No matter how much she tries, it doesn't move, she's not even a zombie or something! Wait... Why is she stuck with the unmoving corpse? The corpse is actually not part of her anymore! Wait... Why is she not a physical being? Her hands are translucent, and so is her entire "new" body! "Huh... Am I a ghost?!" Accompany Maria as she survives as a ghost in a brand new and unwelcoming world, raises her own skeleton as her friend, and seeks the truth behind her second life’s death and how exactly she turned into a ghost. Not only will she have Phantasmal Powers and Dark Magic, but even the ability to raise her own Undead Army! Will anything be able to stand before her path for revenge? Over 100000 words (100 Chapters) available for free! Daily Chapters

PancakesWitch · Fantasy
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Confronting The Dungeon Core!

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The Dungeon Core devoured me! I was about to completely absorb his powers but then… he just gulped me down into his Dungeon Core before I could even do anything. And then I found myself within a completely white space. In there, the Dungeon Core's soul was present, a mass of endless darkness and shadows. But even if I knew who he was, I still didn't knew why he was doing this, or what were his intentions, so I decided to speak, even if a little.

"Who are you really?" I wondered.

"…I am a Dungeon Core." He said in silence. "My purpose is to expand, conquer, and devour… I must thrive at all costs. You're an annoyance that has gotten in my way twice by now."

"You're made out of Lucifer's remnants!" I roared. "Can't you at least recognize it?"

"We Dungeon Cores are formed when high concentrations of Miasma are gathered in a single place, I am born from such mud of life…" He said. "I do not care who brought it to life."