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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 · แฟนตาซี
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Visiting The Spirit Ruins

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The mysterious ruins greeted us with their mysterious appearance, auras of spiritual essence surging from within them. This entire desert must be full of lost treasure from past times, these ruins already look much different than the pyramids we've found before.

"Let's take a look then. They're pretty wide around this area…" I said, as the rest of my huge party walked by my side.

We had to walk down the dunes in front of us, which led to some sort of crater-like formation in the end, where all the runes were scattered.

By expanding my phantasmal senses, I was able to see a few things of interest, small spots with larger quantities of spiritual energy, and then, at the very end where we were, a large spot of corrupted spiritual energy, overflowing with a dark essence.

And…

"Leave…"

A voice echoing from within that place, overflowing with the presence and will of a Soul, no less.

"Leave… this place…"