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The world was glorious, shining like gold in the middle of the universe as people raised their toasts, celebrating the victory they had. However, the victory they achieved turned out to be a nightmare. The victors swung their blades as the blood of their own kin spread on the floor. The victors did everything, no matter how cruel it is, just to achieve victory. In the end, the world was like a paradise—a deceptive paradise everyone thought was glorious . . . but it isn't. It was fiendish. Maximaze was a child from the lowest level of civilization, a slave of the superiors. Maze just wanted a peaceful life with her mother, Sybil, while desiring to find her father who was separated from them since the day she was born. Until one day, an old friend of her parents entered her life and gave her an opportunity to study. However, there was a condition. Maze needed to be one of the candidates to become a Death Judge and travel the world. Her desire for peace made her continue the ruthless road of becoming the Death Judge. Her quiet yet terrific life with her mother before became more chaotic—worse than slavery. As she wandered the world, she found out the truth. Maze's dreams shattered into pieces—nightmares kept visiting her, day and night. Since that day, she received a horrific reminder.

In a cruel place where there's no room for failure because failure means blood and death. The challenge is simple. Survive and escape the claws of your doom. The race against death's door begins once you enter the door...

A mysterious girl, known to be heartlessly cold, with a gun in her hand. Two criminals on the tip of her gunpoint, shivering and begging her for mercy, who used to be proud of their tremendous power. A secretive guy who fell in love with that girl and trusted her blindly, without knowing who she was. A child in the middle of the chaos to be protected and kept away from the fire of revenge. And a shadow secretly controlling the whole game and playing with their lives. The pawns are chosen and the war has begun. They're all trapped in this maze of secrets and revenge, holding each other at gunpoints. The maze gets more twisted with each step they take and the only thing that can get them out of there... is Death.

Even in her wildest dreams, Elara never imagined she would be loving her own reaper. Given all she gained and had to her boyfriend only to find him humping her stepmother, Elara thought this the worst possible thing to happen in life. Just to find herself in hell, surrounded by dead people and trapped in a survival game. Would she survive and chase after her oppressors? Or would she simply die... Forever?

After the death of Mary's dad, her life becomes a mess. Mary couldn't accept that she doesn't see the death reaper will come to fetch her father nor realize it sooner. That is when Mary thought being able to see Grim Reaper and how the people around her die was useless. To ended it all, she decided to commit suicide only to find out that she will be wake up in others' bodies. But when the Grim Reaper named Saint came to her. Not to fetch her soul but to offer her a contract to be a living Grim Reaper, everything change. However, what would she do if along the way she fell in love with the grim reaper? Would she choose to stay alive or to die peacefully?

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed inside and told the officer on duty that the killings weren't random—that the murderer was coming for me. They looked at me like I'd lost my mind. Then my husband arrived in a hurry and took me away. But the moment we reached our front door, a heavy hammer smashed into the back of my head. Through the blinding pain, I forced my eyes open, but I never saw who killed me. Now, staring at the grave expression on the news anchor's face, agony surged through every inch of my body. Rebirth isn't a reset. The damage accumulates—and sooner or later, it will torture me to death. Without hesitation, I walked into the kitchen and set a pot of oil to heat. And I waited… for the moment the lock began to turn.