I Sold My Country in My Past Life

Sarah Rosenbaum sold her country in her past life. Not just once, but twice. First, she handed over the kingdom where she was born to the Empire. Then, she betrayed that very Empire by handing it over to the revolutionary army. Anyone hearing this would surely condemn her. After all, how could someone stoop so low as to sell out their own country? But only those who knew nothing about her circumstances could say such things. She had every reason to sell them, and she had never regretted her decisions. "Because of you, the world of the living is now a complete fucking mess." However, things were different if those actions prevented her from reincarnating. Sarah had endured the scorching flames of hell for 300 years, patiently awaiting the day she could finally be reincarnated. But instead of the freedom she had longed for, she received a devastating verdict: she still had a long way to go. "Return to the world of the living immediately and restore the destinies that have been twisted, and those that will be twisted, because of you." And so, she readily accepted God's proposal. It was a rather vague mission, with no instructions about when, where, what, or how she was supposed to accomplish it. But none of that mattered. Even though her resurrection had been somewhat reckless, Sarah was deeply grateful to God for giving her another chance. That is, until she encountered that man. "Well, look who we have here." A pair of cold eyes looked down at her in utter disbelief. Enoch Soser, the hero who had once pierced Sarah's heart with a holy sword, barely moved his lips as he muttered his thoughts. "Just my fucking luck."