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

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The God of Light’s sharp yellow-gold eye glared down at the twin gods with a domineering presence. His entire aura encompassed the entire place, flashing with bright light.

His sharp eye seemed to glare at the two as if saying, “Shut up.”

However, the two Gods, who had a lot of pride, fought back against his domineering presence. They were not going to let themselves be intimidated by him.

Their presence which exuded the colors of green and gold, seemed powerful when combined… the God of Light slowly moved back his aura, realizing he had stepped a bit too ahead of his own boundaries.

After all, all the Gods were powerful. Even the God of Light had to know this and not step ahead of his boundaries and do something reckless… well, not yet…

The Gods looked at the scene in silence.

Until things finally calmed down, and the God of Light closed his eye and sighed.

“You’re right. I apologize for calling all of you as if it were an emergency, but for my current situation and those within my Pantheon, it might truly be like one… There has recently been a series of reincarnated souls that had arrived within Midgard. I am concerned about what this might truly mean…” said the God of Light.

“Reincarnated souls?”

“You mean those born with Unique Skills?”

“Well, there had been more recent cases….”

“But can we really do much against this? What we can do is very limited….”

“True.”

“It all comes down to….”

“Hm…”

The Gods suddenly glanced at the figure of a young-looking woman with long silvery-white hair and sharp crimson-red eyes sitting on a throne of darkness and bones. An eerie, dark, and phantasmal presence was exuded from her very being.

“Why don’t we cut the formalities and your attempt at making this meeting seem like the problem is of the entire continent when your issue is with me, Odin?” announced the girl.

Everyone was shocked by her boldness! The gods that belonged to the God of Light pantheon seemed shocked by the goddess’ insolence over their holy figure, but the rest of the gods, especially the stronger ones such as the God of Nature and the Goddess of Fertility and Love, began to smile a bit.

Having been called by his name, the God of Light couldn’t help but give an angered smile back at the girl, as the veins on his forehead looked like they were about to burst at any moment now.

“Hel… Do you think you have the right to call me by my name so defiantly?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I? I can call anyone however I want to. I am death.” Said Hel, the Goddess of Death, and the major problem before Odin’s plans!

And of course… she was also the major benefactor of the one that Odin had begun to hate a lot recently, a mere mortal being that… couldn’t be called mortal anymore. A phantasmal entity, a herald of death and darkness that had been messing with the reincarnation circle, and had been raising Undead from left and right even more than other Necromancers that had surged through history…

In a year since her death, she had already become a complete nuisance to him, and having slain several of his most devoted priests, whom he had even blessed, was already the turning point.

After she was given the title of the Evil of the World, he already saw her as a menace that his mortals must defeat before she was to grow any stronger. Still, now that she had directly acquired the title of “God of Light Nemesis,” there was no turning point anymore…

Of course, who else was better to blame for this annoying eyesore than her benefactor and the one that actually gave her the opportunity to rise back from the dead, Hel herself?

“…You’re certainly death. Hel, tell me something, do you hate Midgard?” asked the God of Light.

“What nonsense are you spitting now? Why would I hate Midgard? It is clear as water that you’re salty over my herald,” said the Goddess of Death.

“Goddess of Death, mind your manners with our holy lord!”

“You can’t just be so bold with your words!”

“You dare call our lord… salty?!”

“Haha! Hahahaha! That’s your granddaughter for you!” laughed the God of Chaos.

“…”

The God of Light didn’t consider the Goddess of Death, his granddaughter. After all, Loki, the God of Chaos, was adopted.

She didn’t have any blood relation with him… and he couldn’t see her as anything more than an obstacle.

Of course, although it was a well-known secret that Loki, the God of Chaos, was the son of Ymir, the God of Titans…

“God of Chaos, stop messing around!”

“This is a serious matter. You shouldn’t be laughing at this….”

“Such a jester….”

“Goddess of Death, there is something wrong with you. What is your intention? Why are you letting this being thrive so much? You’re declaring war against me?” asked the God of Light.

“War? You can’t fight death. Death comes to all…” said the Goddess of Death.

“I am not in the mood for your nonsense. Is this being… the entity you’ve awakened, a herald of your own opinions and thoughts? Of your own intentions?” asked the God of Light.

“No? I just gave her my Divine Protection because she looked promising to me. I’ve been looking at the scene for way too long sometimes. I just wanted to see if I could do something now, even if a little move on the chess table can change the tide of a game completely…” said the Goddess of Death.

The illusion of a chess table suddenly emerged atop the table where the gods sat around, made of her own phantasmal powers.

The gods all around glanced at the scene in surprise, noticing that something was happening right before their noses. The two gods… had already begun to fight, even if indirectly.

The Goddess of Death against the God of Light…

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