I Don’t Want to Work!

I, Lottie Phaion, hereby declare a strike in this lifetime to all gods of the divine realm and all sentient beings of the human realm!

I’m not working!!

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I was born a genius among geniuses in herbalism.

They said if a god could make nectar, then they would make me into a god.

I kept reincarnating, thinking that someday one of my descendants would turn out like me.

"Why can’t everyone do this…?"

Because I was too outstanding, no one could ever surpass me.

And after countless lives—nn times over—I declared a strike.

I can’t do this! No, I’m not working!!!

That was what I thought, but then…

"I have high hopes for you."

"Nu, nuya!!"

"The one who was lacking was me."

My cold family relations started improving.

"Sssht! Th-thank you."

<...Thank you for helping me.>

All kinds of sentient beings and spirits began thanking me.

And then…

"This unworthy disciple greets Master after such a long time."

Even that guy—my first disciple and also my last disciple—showed up.

Why isn’t that bastard dead yet?