The Book of Life and Death

In her previous life, she was a battlefield demon, performing miracles with a scalpel amid a hail of bullets. But the partner she trusted most betrayed her, and she died with a grudge.

When she opens her eyes again, she has become a lowly, disfigured woman forced to marry a dying prince in another woman's place. The whole city is waiting to laugh at her.

On her wedding night, facing her dying “husband” and enemies circling like wolves, she slowly curls her lips into a bloodthirsty, icy smile.

A laughingstock? Soon, you won't even be able to laugh.

When her delicate fingers brush over dry bones, the dead speak. When she says a word, the capital's most beautiful woman is left disfigured. And when the dying God of War returns to his former glory under her care, the entire dynasty trembles!

Her treacherous stepmother and her sanctimonious younger sister kneel and beg for mercy. She ignores them.

The man who rules the realm, and should have been her brother-in-law, corners her against a wall, eyes bloodshot. “Why wasn't it you who married me back then?!”

A silver needle flashes between her fingers and rests against his throat. She smiles, cruel and alluring.

“Because I have no interest in saving trash.”