“What the hell—?!” Arahan jolted awake.
This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t his body.
Just hours ago, he had been a 30-year-old professor, one of the youngest lecturers in a prestigious college. An orphan who built everything from nothing.
A wedding with a beautiful bride from a good family. For once, life had finally begun to smile at him.
And then, a drunk rich brat speeding his Porsche at 220 km/h from the wrong side of the road.
Next minute he opened his eyes here. But what hurt him most was not his death like a stray animal.
It was his regret of dying a virgin. He never dated. Never partied. Never had Sex. Never travelled. Never loved recklessly. Never indulged, to create a good life.
And died before he could live.
He decided, this time, he won’t live cautiously. This time, he won’t let power crush him. This time, he won’t die powerless.
In this life, Arahan will claim everything. But before he even thought much of this, a pain appeared in his mind.
And when he wakes up, he has forgotten about his past life.
But what he didn't know, this life was his last. If he doesn't take care of himself, and dies without doing anything, he will vanish forever, because someone was waiting for him, with a sickle in his hand. But he didn't remember that before this life, he had enjoyed nine lives.