My Old Enemies Always Want to Resurrect Me [Western Fantasy]

Cynthia, the most evil necromancer in the Yisi continent, was killed by the brave. Before her death, those self-proclaimed kind-hearted magicians cursed her to not have a good death and to fall into the abyss and not be reincarnated. Cynthia, who only wants to explore the secrets of the undead and lives to learn, said that there is such a good thing as going to hell after death and personally exploring the world of the undead? Then she really came to the abyss. It's just that this abyss is somewhat different from what we imagined in the current world. Not only is the sun bright, but it is also filled with all kinds of flowers that have never been seen before and skeletons walking all over it. Cynthia, who was rejected by all living creatures because of her research on undead magic, silently shed tears of emotion—— This... This is heaven! Until those old enemies of hers were full and exhausted, none of them could even think of resurrecting her... Cynthia: I love the abyss. The abyss loves me. Resurrection, overtime, retreat, retreat! * Garberna, the chosen brave man who was born with the mission of killing evil heretics, would come to Cynthia's despised grave in the dead of night, carefully clean up the filth and weeds, and caress the tombstone with a complicated expression. Cynthia, the undead that happened to float by: No, brother, do you want to cut down all the tombstones? What hatred and resentment! The unconventional wandering Great Light magician plunged into the door of necromancy, working hard and day and night to study the secret technique of soul-returning that even she did not understand. Cynthia: Brother, you want to involve me even if I'm dead... Isn't this appropriate? The aloof and desireless Pope secretly sealed the body of the Necromancer in an ice coffin, waiting to summon your soul back one day to complete the resurrection ceremony. Now it was Death's turn. He couldn't sit still. He carried the scythe overnight, crossed the River of the Dead, came to reality, and moved back to the abyss with the ice coffin. [Both the soul and the body of the deceased... All belong to the God of Death] [Stop studying undead magic, study me. Cynthia's eyes lit up: Okay... It seems okay? *Food Guide* 1. A necromancer who devotes himself to studying the secret arts. A god of death with many attributes. 2. The cover is for a person, so it's not unique, but it's really beautiful and I like it very much. Intention: Say no to the crematorium, starting from me