Tales of Herding Gods - Chapter 245 - Sea Suppression Heavenly King

“I will be the strongest sorcerer in the world!”Ash said, with her mom chasing right behind trying to spank her for not finishing the vegetables.In a world of 8 different elemental attributes, a girl was born with a humble and basic [Fire] attribute, yet she grew up to be a narcissist with a flaming ego and a fiery loud-mouth. All because the first skill she used at the age of 5, was an unparalleled SSS-Rank [Fireball]And she would soon learn that this world wasn't so accommodating to her antics.

Reina Suzuki was an overworked office worker—until she died and woke up as Lavinia Devereux, the infamous villainess princess of the Elarion Empire.She knows how this story ends: she’ll drink poison and die. A painless, easy death. So why bother changing fate? Villainy, revenge, redemption—sounds like way too much work. She decides to do absolutely nothing and let the story play out.But her terrifying father, Emperor Cassius Devereux, won’t ignore her like he’s supposed to. He watches her, questions her, and—worst of all—starts acting like he actually cares.Lavinia just wanted a quiet villainess retirement… so why does everything keep changing?

Travel to the game world.

Matthew found that there seemed to be a little problem with his system.

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“Occupation: Necromancer

Task: plant trees

Target: 1000 trees

Reward: Summoned item ‘Bone Dragon’ & a lot of EXP”

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In this way, a necromancer who respected the way of balance more than the druid was born.

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- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.