The Coming of God of Death

I led a quiet life, peacefully ruling the underworld until that mother of *** showed up with her people and angels. They destroyed everything I'd built with so much effort and nearly killed me. But I managed to return! Wait . . . My only disciple and candidate for a new body is a sick kid who's about to die? Are you serious?!

It all looks bad. While I was resting in the oblivion, the world had changed significantly. I’m going to keep quiet about Reyna, because there are no decent words that can describe what she had done. And all these mortals…they always have problems, and now I, Gauss—God of Death—must make money to pay debts. But at least I have my zombies, who don’t need to be paid!

Who's a genius? I'm a genius! Zombie workers are the perfect employees. They don't rest, they don't eat, and they don't complain. Business is booming! But...according to the law of karma, if you gain a little, you lose a little. Problems! I'm talking about problems. They're raining down on me, but I never saw what happened coming. How could it be?!

A deserted island? Freezing cold that makes us shiver—and inadequate magic? You'd think it couldn't get any worse, right? Ha! Ha! Ha! Karma and Fate, those two old hags, have cooked up plenty of "fun" adventures for me. New minions, new powers, and of course—new problems. Because when have I ever been without those?