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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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1249 Chs

The Depths Of The Dungeon

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Within the depths of Helheim, the Queen of Death itself glanced with a smile at the crystal ball in front of her, seeing Maria react to her things always brought her a smile and gave her a chuckle. Her father and her two siblings were now gone as their meeting had ended some time ago, and now Hel rested atop her bed while doing nothing much other than watching her little Divinely Protected Isekai'd Ghost.

"Hahaha! She's so hilarious. Come on, you don't like how I tweak them? I've even given them some bonuses to their effects! Don't be so ungrateful, Maria." She laughed a bit, as she glanced Maria sigh and then move on.

Hel smiled while drinking from a cup of wine. A special wine fermented in the depths of Helheim for eons, it was so rich in flavor that it was almost vinegar. Nonetheless, it was one of the few beverages her palate found acceptable… however, each time she glanced Maria eat the food she made with her friends, she began to drool.