[Collecting Rent for the Grim Reaper Until the Apocalypse]
[One Heroine]+ [Romance]+ [Life as Currency]+ [Fast-Paced]+ [Sword and Magic]+ [A Cruel Yet Dreamlike World]+ [The Ultimate Law]
I transmigrated into a world of swords and magic, only to find myself saddled with the Grim Reaper.
The Reaper needs to meet a quota, but there aren't many people around: just two a day. If I fall short, he'll kill me to make up the numbers.
The requirements aren't demanding. I just have to bring the Reaper within a hundred meters of someone before they draw their last breath, then witness their death.
Wait, why has the death penalty been abolished in the Middle Ages?
Why are the nursing home residents getting healthier and healthier?
Have the starving people been fed?
Have the sick recovered?
Has the war stopped?
Are the criminals turning themselves in?
Am I doomed?
Well, since things have come to this, I might as well become a lord and collect rent for the Grim Reaper.
The seed of death was sown, guiding all things toward their end.
People die of greed, dragons die of betrayal, vengeful spirits die of compassion, angels die of heartlessness, demons die of fate, the world dies of memory, and God dies in place of all things.
“What about you?”
“I died of a curse called loving you,” the Reaper sister replied.
Score it and the author becomes a cat lady.