In the Beginning, I Am a Mortician, and I Am a God of Death in Another World.

[Western Fantasy + Death + Slow Heat + Sword and Magic] Traveling to a different world and becoming an undertaker in a small town, my grandfather only left a shop that was about to go bankrupt. Ryan originally wanted to wait for death - be buried, put on makeup, sell coffins, and live a stable life. Unexpectedly, Old John's body stood up, and the deacon of the temple was strangled by the neck and kicked. He casually used a binding method. The next day, the Temple Inquisitor came to the door and said: "Let's go, undertaker." Creation fragments, crow mask, shadow stone demon—— This funeral parlor may not be able to operate safely.