Second Chance, New Me

After I was murdered, my daughter—who had always despised me—risked her life to avenge me.

My wife, who used to spend every day indulging in pleasure, personally killed all my enemies with her own hands.

Then she died for love, clutching my urn.

My soul floated in the air, unable to believe what I was seeing.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the past.

I was in the middle of viciously berating my daughter for only ranking second in her class, while smashing my wife's expensive perfumes to pieces.

Me: "..."