To Avoid Being Exploited, I Had No Choice but to Become a Demon Hunter

[The dead came back to life. How is anyone supposed to mourn that?]

[Spend 1 gold pound to make a corpse speak...]

"My child, I once fought a creature beyond description, and was ultimately defeated by it."

"Uh... that was a pug."

"My child, I once soared through the nine heavens..."

"B-Bro?!"

Sure enough, even dead, he still wouldn't behave.

Rien discovered that in this era, when the occult arts were still underdeveloped, he only had to spend 1 gold pound to squeeze countless materials out of corpses!

Squeeze immortality out of vampires, a singing voice out of fishmen, and out of gods...

Wait, what do you mean I'm squeezing corpses? You're the ones squeezing me!