I Made a Deal with the Devil

If everything could be repeated, could everything be rewritten? Thirty-three years old, such an embarrassing age, with my mother urging me to get married and my nephew looking down on me. I really don't know how to describe my life. I rely on code all day long to earn a meager income. It's miserable. I really want to die. Maybe this is an idea that many people at my age have had the same experience with, but most people don't have the courage. I want to die. Want to die. Die. So I jumped out of my apartment on the thirty-first floor. Down, down, one. However, my fate did not end there. When I woke up, I was lying in the dormitory of the university. "I'm reborn? What's going on?"