After a Hundred Reincarnations, I Tore Up the Prophecy of Death with My Own Hands

My name is Jiang Hua. Ever since my eighteenth birthday, I’ve died every single day.

I die, come back to life, then die again, as regularly as clocking in for work.

At first I struggled. Later, I decided to lie flat.

After all, my little sister keeps me company every day while we eat and drink, and I even get to ride a Ferris wheel before I die. Not a bad deal.

Then recently, a six-foot-six giant carrying a greatsword killed me before my usual time.

That woke me right up.

Someone has disrupted my death schedule. Which means this damn loop can be broken?