After the King of Hell Misjudges Me, I Fight for Myself in an Infinite-Flow World

This isn't a female-led story, everyone. It isn't.

There's just no male lead. That doesn't make it female-led.

I died.

I don't know who the person standing in front of me is.

He said he'd made a mistake and that I wasn't supposed to die.

"Send me back," I said.

"That won't work. Your body has already been cremated."

What the heck? Why?

He quickly offered me another option:

"If you're willing to help me with a few small favors, I can gradually restore your body."

"What favors?"