You Won't Let Me Be Reborn in the City, So I'll Conquer the World of the Strange

I was reborn at eighteen, and both my childhood sweetheart and my mother were still safe and sound. They were the only thoughts that had kept me going through the war, through all the pain and suffering. But something was wrong with this world. There was no birth, aging, sickness, or death, only a hard currency called red grain. It divided people into ranks, and everyone was mad for it. I knew something was utterly wrong. It wasn't the time or the place. It was the very logic this world was built on. When the game began, they wanted to win. But I wanted to flip the table.