I Just want a Peaceful life - Chapter 604 Sneaky Rabbits

At the wedding, her brother took away his bride-to-be.She actively found him and said, “The wedding will continue, I will marry you.”He was the man she had secretly admired for many years, so after the wedding, she embarked on a “subtle” path to pursue her husband.After repeated defeats and persistent efforts, she finally understood that she could not warm up this stubborn and stinky rock.Always obedient to him, one day she finally proposed, “I want a divorce from you.”“What's wrong?”“Loving someone is so exhausting, so exhausting.”“Then what if someone loves you?”“... I don't know, you've never loved me.”“Then I'll start loving you from tomorrow.”“...”Actually, she knew nothing, except that he never said “love” to her, anyone could see that she was the treasure he held in his palm.

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.

I’ve entered a hidden route in a failed game.And now, I have to become a false prophet.There’s no other choice.Since it’s come to this, I’ll become the greatest false prophet on the continent.

Necromancer】, Originating from ancient Europe, these mysterious wizards were often male, knowing how to summon and enslave the souls of the deceased to create undead creatures. Usually, those who practiced this craft had frail bodies, pale complexions, and twisted psyches, shunning and distrusting others. Some, who mastered the art, could even trade their flesh for an immortal Lich’s life. But can someone tell me how to practice the art of necromancy in the 21st century? In a law-abiding society, I can’t even get a skeleton! Misumi Mikoto: Doctor Chen, come quickly and help me examine this body; I can’t find the cause of death! Jounouchi Hiromi: Doctor Chen, come check on this patient first; what exactly is wrong with him?