At 27, tricked into overwork, I died—only to wake as a villainess. Fled to a convent at 15, but a tornado killed me again.
Now in another doomed body, war erupted. Boss betrayed me with a deadly invention. Dead. Again.
Reborn as hated Serena Lavernia, my reputation ruined. A rabbit offered divine favors.
“Any wish?”
“Can I enslave those lying professors?”
Time for revenge—then finally live easy. Enough suffering. My turn to relax.
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