Ghostfire

# petbeast
I, Zhou Mingrui, transmigrated to an alternate world and became an ordinary little skeleton.
I received a system at the start which made me more powerful whenever I killed an enemy.
I can draw the health, mana, and other stats from the dead.
Every 10 levels, I can also awaken a talent.
Level 10: The Book of the Dead.
All incantation time for Undead Spells is shortened by half, and their effects are increased twofold.
Level 20: Skeleton Armor.
Build weapons and armor that are suitable for the user using skeletons. Weapons can be upgraded when the user's level increases, while the armor can be upgraded to increase its immunity against all negative effects.
Level 30: Soul Summoning From River Lethe.
The user can summon dark creatures. The maximum number of summons increase with the user's level. The summoned creatures' stats are increased significantly.
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I, Yan Wuyue, leader of the human. I am crowned the [Goddess of Savior] by the people of this world.
I reincarnated 30 years before the apocalypse. I have to get stronger in order to change history and save humanity.
So, my initial summon monster is extremely important.
I thought I could sign a contract with a dragon, a phoenix, an angel, or some other creature from the ancient myths.
But when that ordinary, unassuming little skeleton fell from the sky…
I was plunged into despair.
Even the most ordinary sorcerer could summon a ton of these things with a wave of his hand!

After Turning Into A Little Skeleton, I Got Contracted By A Goddess

"I really don't know what you're thinking. With your talent, there's no need for you to participate in the battle. As long as you're given time, you'll surpass us and become the pillar of the army."

"But you just had to go. You even said that you could only find opportunities in danger and grow faster."

Yan Wuyue, who was standing in the dean's office, didn't dare to say a word. She just accepted the old man's reprimand.

"What, you're not saying anything now? You know how to bypass me and talk to the dean of the empire's research institute for half an hour, but now you're not saying anything to me?"

Looking at the furious old man, Yan Wuyue rolled her eyes and could only choose to say in a coquettish tone, "Dean, don't be angry. Slow down first."

"Slow, slow my ass. You're almost driving me to my grave!" The dean clutched his chest and roared.

Farewell