Reborn, truly reborn. Recalling the events I had encountered before, I couldn't help but chuckle silently. Covering my eyes with my hand, tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my fingers. It wasn't sorrow, but rather astonishment. Life could truly be reorganized, and it already had been. 。Before his death at the age of fifty-five, Zhu Yi was a prolific writer whose works enjoyed widespread acclaim and popularity. Many of his books were adapted into film, television, and even video games. However, one of his unfinished manuscripts remained untouched until after his untimely passing due to overwork. This final work, despite being incomplete, held immense potential based on his previous success. It was estimated that with proper marketing, the book could have generated significant revenue. Nevertheless, financial gain was not Zhu Yi's primary concern. He had made a vow at the age of fifty to prioritize artistic integrity over commercial success, ensuring that his final work would be completed according to his vision. Therefore, there were no worries about posthumous arrangements or the fate of his legacy. 。,I originally thought that my life would be fleeting, but now I realize that this is not the end, but the beginning.,"Zhuge, wake up. " 。That cold voice echoed, and a man materialized in mid-air. He wore a silver dragon mask that covered half his face, hiding everything except his eyes and a hint of something beneath. Despite this, he emanated an innate majesty. His eyes glittered, seeming to hold endless wisdom. Like stars in the night, they offered a glimmer of guidance, leading souls astray, drawing them into their depths until they surrendered themselves completely. 。"Venerable One, how did you come to be here" Indeed, the one who appeared was the Lord Yama of Hell, the actual ruler of the Underworld. 。"。