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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 · Fantaisie
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1250 Chs

Sealing The Abomination

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Jonathan concentrated his Mana into his entire body, and then poured it down beneath his foot. A golden magic circle slowly expanded, generating large runes that danced with one another, shifting constantly and glowing brightly. He was conjuring a powerful Divine Holy Light Spell that was actually made by combining a dozen normal Spells together.

However, as he generated the powerful Spell, he couldn't help but feel a great amount of sorrow and frustration. Mostly because he recognized the face of Maria's little brother the same way she did. His heart felt broken the moment he saw the child's face, twisted and merged with others, screaming, crying blood, and vomiting.

It was such a horrid sight; he could barely hold himself together. Jonathan hadn't met Arthur that long, but he knew the boy, and had met him, and had interacted with him. And he knew how pure and innocent he was.