The Corpse Collector of the Slums

Mo Nan physically traveled to a different world of swords and magic, and became a workhorse responsible for recycling corpses in the slums of Silmarillion City. Neighbors were sent away one by one by the killing line, but he remained unmoved. "Magic potion? I never use that stuff! I can become a loving father to all the magicians in the continent, and that's all because of my true ability." Faced with the doubts of the people around him, he just smiled calmly. After all, who would tinker with potions if there was a problem? PS: relaxed + funny + daily