Death March Kara Hajimaru Isekai

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

Raisa seorang gadis yang baru berusia 20 tahun. Dan, harus menjadi seorang pemandi jenazah. Hingga pada sebuah kejadian, saat memandikan jenazah Bu Sapto. Kukunya terlepas, dari jasad. Tersangkut di renda jilbab Raisa. Sejak itu, kehidupan gadis manis itu berubah. Dia selalu dihantui oleh Bu Sapto.Kematian Bu Sapto semakin menjadi teka teki. Hingga Raisa bersama Delon, menyelidiki tentang Kematiannya.

One week after my death, my husband, Christopher Ford, was making love on our bed with his one true love. His face showed pure satisfaction. "Finally, I don’t have to deal with that bar hostess anymore." Later, he held my belongings, weeping with regret. "Phoebe, why haven’t you come back?" It seemed he had forgotten that he had already pushed me to my death that night. I was forced to donate my bone marrow to his one true love, and I died, along with our unborn child.

"Samantha," he murmured, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "What are we doing?" "Item seven.." I whispered, trying for lightness but hearing the tremor in my voice. "Crossing it off the list." ~ Fresh out of high school, Samantha knows two truths: she's madly in love with her best friend Rafael, and she'll never live to see him graduate college. So she creates a bucket list, determined to experience everything life offers, especially the taste of his kiss, before her secret claims her last breath. But time is quickly running out.... will she make it out alive?

It's my third day of being a ghost, and I feel like I'm going to starve to death again. The underworld messenger takes pity on me because I'm a child and secretly tells me that people like me, who suffered grievances and died with resentment, have to stay by the sides of the people who loved us most in life. Then, we survive on their "guilt". I lower my head and narrow my eyes. I choke up and say, "You might as well just leave me to starve." My mother hated me to the core. Why would she ever be guilty over my death?

On the third day after my death, my body was sent to the police station in different packages. Jonathan Walsh, my husband, and Frank Stone, my junior at work, saw my corpse and frowned. “If only Elena were here, she would have been able to find some clues.” Frank sighed as he stared at my horribly mangled remains. “Don’t mention her. She’s not even worthy of being a forensic scientist!” I stared at my husband with a conflicted look. He analyzed each part of my body and deduced the manner of my death with familiar ease. “The murderer is a monster…” Frank’s face turned pale, and he sighed again. Jonathan calmly used all that I had taught him and perfectly pieced out the entire process of my death based on the clues from my dismembered body. I could not help but feel proud. Unfortunately, he was still a little off the mark. He did not manage to figure out that this body belonged to me, his wife.

Segala sesuatu di sekitar Flinz menjadi gelap, seperti berada dalam ruang tanpa batas. Ia tidak merasakan apapun-tidak sakit, tidak panas, bahkan tidak dingin. Rasanya seperti tubuhnya telah lenyap, namun pikirannya masih terjaga. "Apa ini? Apakah aku sudah mati? Tapi... kenapa aku masih bisa berpikir?" pikirnya. Dalam kehampaan itu, Flinz mencoba bergerak, tapi tidak ada yang terjadi. Tubuhnya tidak merespons, seperti mengambang di ketiadaan. Ia mencoba berteriak, namun suaranya tak keluar. Yang ada hanyalah sunyi. Waktu terasa berjalan lambat, atau mungkin berhenti sama sekali. Flinz tidak tahu berapa lama ia terjebak di dalam kehampaan ini. Rasa bingung mulai berubah menjadi cemas, tetapi tidak ada yang bisa ia lakukan selain menunggu.

While my corpse was rotting in the morgue, my fiancé, Ron Corleone, was comforting my murderer. Lisa Corleone sobbed as she said, “After we were kidnapped and brought here, Wendy disappeared. We don’t know if she managed to escape. It was all my fault. If I hadn’t insisted on going out with Wendy…” Ron’s face was ice cold. “The future mistress of the Corleone family actually abandoned my sister and fled on her own. If she dares to come back, I’ll break her arms and legs and turn her into a maggot that only deserves to live in the dark!” In fact, I did die in some random corner with my limbs broken. The truth about my death made Ron, who had vowed to make me regret my existence, crazy.

My sister pulled a knife during a robbery attempt, and we got into a brutal fight. My mom, an auxiliary police officer, arrived at the scene but totally ignored my injury. As I lay in a pool of blood, begging for help, she just cradled my sister and yelled at me, "You're so desperate for attention that you'd hurt your sister? How did I raise a heartless monster like you?" She branded me as the aggressor, ignored my pleas, and rushed my sister, who had mere scratches, to the hospital. I was left alone to die miserably in that deserted alley. When the news of my death arrived, my mother dismissed it as another one of my lies, pointing at my body and demanding I get up to apologize to my sister.

My husband's first love jumped to her death due to depression and landed right on me as I was passing by. I was rendered unconscious on the spot and subsequently rushed to the ICU. However, my orthopedic surgeon husband stayed by his first love's side to comfort her over her minor scratches. He even refused to sign my Critical Care Notification. "Whoever joined her charade can get lost along with her! Come to me when she's really dead!" he said. It wasn't until he received a death certificate that he realized in horror—the deceased's information was identical to mine.