I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse - Chapter 245

The countries of Mephius and Garbera have been waging a war for ten years and are trying to put an end to this long fight through a political marriage between the two royal families. Orba, who was driven from his home because of the war and was forced to become a gladiator, looks exactly like the crown prince of Mephius, and it has been decided he will be substituting him during the wedding ceremony. On the other hand, Vileena, the princess of Garbera, has secretly decided to ensnare the crown prince for her own country’s interests.

Standing before you is—An outstanding instructor at Kanaz Pokémon Academy,The Devon Corporation’s psychologist,Team Rocket’s chief advisor,The true Pope of Team Plasma,Steven Stone’s life mentor,Lance’s close friend,Cynthia’s confidant,Mewtwo’s attending physician,And a Pokémon Professor—Johan!-------------Johan, a passionate Pokémon fan, unexpectedly transmigrates into the Pokémon world and takes on the role of a Pokémon psychology instructor.-------------

One of the most successful businesswomen died from a car accident that took her life away, while she was accepting her fate a woman suddenly appeared behind her and gave her the most important choice in her life.

“ Child, do you want to be a Goddess like me or get reincarnated in a different world?” The Goddess smirked and continued.

“Now the choice is yours.”

The woman chooses to be reincarnated but when she opened her eyes she saw that she was not human but a Fox, a baby Fox to be accurate.

Let's follow her adventure to be the strongest Foxin the world.

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.