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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 · Fantasia
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1266 Chs

Partner Is A Bit Jealous

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Phew, we really had done a bunch of things just a few hours ago. We slew Elderlight, we killed aristocrats after humiliating them, we spooked the entire kingdom, and more!

And we even rescued some slaves, but just as many as we could possibly find. There were so many it left me perplexed. Just how normalized was this sick practice? I was getting tired of this cliché, but this world apparently didn't.

After the entire thing, we escaped rather swiftly, but the soldiers followed us as much as they could. I was surprised by how many soldiers a small duchy had, but we did the kill and undead tactic of simply killing them and making them into undead, sending them back to the new squadrons right behind them.

What we did was a very big, disrespectful action. After all, killing important figures without a care in the world really felt nice, but I guess not many would take this kindly… I guess we could be something like terrorists, to an extent.