The Sick Prince Only Dotes on the Killer Concubine

I came from a cold world and became a cold killing machine. I don't believe there is love in the world, all there is is power and desire. However, what I want is very simple, just to live... There was a loud "bang", and the color of the world changed. I thought I was dead, but the world changed. Became a beggar. Imprisoned in underground prison. In order to survive, they can only kill each other and let others entertain themselves. Time and space have changed, but I still live repeatedly. However, when I raised the dagger indifferently, he grabbed it domineeringly. "Woman, from now on, I will do the tiring work of killing people..."