My Nemeses Keep Trying to Revive Me [Western Fantasy]

Cynthia, the most evil necromancer on the continent of Yisi, was killed by a hero.

As she died, the self-proclaimed kindhearted mages cursed her, wishing her a miserable death and eternal damnation in the Abyss.

Cynthia cared only about exploring the secrets of necromancy, studying until her dying breath. The idea of going to hell after death and personally exploring the realm of the dead sounded like a wonderful opportunity.

Then she really did end up in the Abyss.

Only this Abyss was a little different from what people in the living world imagined. It was bright and sunny, filled with all kinds of flowers she'd never seen, and skeletons walked around everywhere.

Despised by every living creature for her research into necromancy, Cynthia quietly shed tears of joy.

This... this is heaven!

Until her old nemeses, with nothing better to do, each got it into their heads to resurrect her...

Cynthia: I love the Abyss, and the Abyss loves me. Resurrection and overtime, get away from me!

*

Born with the divinely appointed mission of slaying evil heretics, the chosen hero Gabarna would visit Cynthia's universally loathed grave in the dead of night. He would carefully clear away the filth and weeds, then touch the gravestone with a complicated look on his face.

Cynthia, a passing spirit: Come on, man. You're going to chop up the gravestone too? What did it ever do to you?

A free-spirited, wandering great mage of the Light school plunged into necromancy, laboring day and night to study the resurrection ritual that even Cynthia had never managed to figure out.

Cynthia: Bro, I'm already dead and you're still making me compete... Isn't that a bit much?

And the lofty, desireless pope secretly sealed the necromancer's body in an ice coffin, waiting for the day he could summon her soul and complete the resurrection ritual.

That was the last straw for the God of Death. He grabbed his scythe in the middle of the night, crossed the River of the Dead into the mortal world, and hauled both the person and the ice coffin back to the Abyss.

[The souls and bodies of the dead... belong to the God of Death.]

[Stop studying necromancy. Study me instead.]

Cynthia's eyes lit up. Well... I suppose that could work?

"Reader's Guide"

1. A necromancer devoted to studying the arcane arts x a God of Death with a whole lot of attributes

2. The cover features the characters. It's not the only one, but it's so beautiful and I love it.

Theme: Say no to the second-chance romance, starting with me