In my previous life, my wife and my sworn brother poisoned me and seized everything I owned.
Reborn, I woke to a cold prompt from the System: “Host life countdown: 30 days.”
I didn’t cry or make a scene. I smiled and handed over the divorce papers, leaving with nothing.
My ex-wife and sworn brother were thrilled, thinking I’d gone mad. But I turned away and used the last of my memories to rake in wealth and beautiful women.
When my ex-wife finally knelt and begged to get back together, and my sworn brother jumped from a building under the weight of his debts, I held my new love close and smiled. “Too bad you won’t be around to see my funeral next month.”
You can come and see the good-looking ones