I was born as a genius among geniuses in the field of herbalism. I’ve been reincarnated nn times because they say that if I fulfill the gods’ demands, I’ll become a god myself! But I can’t stop until I create the perfect divine elixir… This is a scam contract! In the end, in this life, I declared a strike. I won’t do it! No, I won’t work!!! I was absolutely sure of that. “I’m counting on you.” “S-sister~?!” My strained family relationships seemed to be getting better. “Keu-hak! Th-Thank you.” I received expressions of gratitude from here and there. And then… “This failed disciple of yours has come to visit you after a long time. Master.” My first and last disciple showed up. Why the heck isn’t that guy dead? <I don’t want to work!?>
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