the demon goddess transmigrated into danmanchi?

I was once called many titles - a rising genius, the sword Goddess, and many more. But even geniuses meet their demise. No matter what you do in life, you're still dancing with death at every step. It seemed like death finally claimed me as his next victim. Succumbing to my wounds, I took my last breath. However, it seems some god took pity on these old bones and gave me a second life.



In a world where gods roam the streets and monsters reside below a tower, it seems like a perfect place to settle down and try to live a peaceful life, free from past karma. Maybe I'll even teach a few students. away from the past of demoness of the battlefield