Before I Kill You, I'll Make You a Traitor First.

He was stabbed through the heart by his beloved and died in the middle of winter at the age of twenty-eight. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the woodshed where he was fourteen years old. The musty smell was pungent, cold wind poured in through the broken windows, and the senior brother's scolding came from outside the door, exactly the same as in his previous life. Nothing had changed... Except his eyes. He could see cause and effect. The red and black threads entangled everyone's life wheels, exposing their deepest obsessions, most painful weaknesses, and... How to completely defeat a person. There is also the sleeping seed in the body. It is craving: anger, humiliation, despair... The negative emotions of others are its only nourishment. So he began to smile, and began to make plans, angering the superior genius and making him admit his mistakes in public; humiliating her who was proud and cold, imprisoning her in a small place, watching the light in their eyes shatter little by little, and watching the seeds in their bodies grow little by little. There were only two words in his mind: revenge. But when the last enemy kneels at his feet, when he finally stands above everyone He looked back. When we arrived, there was no one on the road. Only the wind and snow poured into the wounds of the 28-year-old.