After my sudden death, I was bound to the quick travel system, and my first task was to defeat the Overlord.
The system failed and I was stuffed into a husky body.
Watching my boss, who is allergic to dog hair, sneezing like crazy, I grinned with joy.
Until I saw a relic of my past life on his desk - the unfinished overtime plan.
That night I dipped my dog's paw in ink and stamped out the big, crooked words on his million-dollar contract: "I quit!"
The boss was so angry that he pinched her: "Deduct her salary! Make her work overtime until she dies!"
I was confused: Boss, I have died once, and you still want to deduct my money?
Purpose: The spirit of working as a worker, working as a master