When I died, I woke up in a world of inferno, everything was burning and kept burning. A trauma-building event hit me as I struggled to survive in a world without any food source, clean air, or water. I challenged myself to survive hell only to fail miserably. At the time I was having my last breath in that inferno with a parched throat, broken speech, smoked dry eyes, and cuts built up over time, a vision of my loved one hit me. Then I heard a voice of a lady, whom I dearly wished to be one of whom I loved. But still, life's a wonderful bitch and I got a second chance, no a third. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" Yup, a new rookie author. The world building is wider than you can ever expect. It has a harem but no mindless skirt-chasing and fucking. No, not even harem until vol.2. Pls, at least read until ch 20 till you give your judgment.