If You Won't Let Me Be Reborn in the City, I'll Conquer the Supernatural World

I was reborn at eighteen, with my childhood sweetheart and mother both safe and sound. That was all I had to hold on to as I endured the bloodshed of war. But this world was wrong. Here, there was no birth, aging, sickness, or death, only a hard currency called red grain. It divided people into rigid ranks, and everyone was obsessed with it. I knew something was completely broken. It wasn't time or place, but the underlying logic that made up this world. When the game began, they wanted to win. I wanted to flip the table.