Dead Man's Harem. Since I can't kill myself, I'll find other ways to be happy.

"To think this is the guy who rolled my blessing as well…" she sighed. The reason that the spectacled businesswoman was so interested in Devon was because he was the one and only second chance program participant that managed to roll her blessing, the [Blessing of the Witch].

There were many different applications for it, but the primary one was the massive mana pool that could be generated after a period of proper cultivation and extraction of the blessing. With a mana ocean so large, sages in Devon's world could only stare in envy at the potential of a single individual with hundreds of talented mages worth of mana, all condensed into a single body.

In the right hands, such power could launch an individual into a position similar to that of a sorcerer king, subjugating entire nations with their individual magical strength. And this power existed in a single individual who also possessed Hades's prized [Dead Man Walking] as well as so many other talents and blessings…

What did this individual do with all the power he inherited through the second chance program?

…

Hecate could only watch in horror as Devon accomplished absolutely nothing with his god-given power outside of sexual conquest of the world he now lived in. She did expect as much, since the nature of the second chance program was to give those unfortunate enough in their previous lives a second chance with the negative karma that they reaped. So the participants in the program were all in various degrees of mental brokenness.

However, she never expected to encounter someone quite as mentally broken as Devon. The boy was slightly deranged, to say the least. Then again, many powerful figures in history were rather mentally unwell as well… she still remembered when she had an interview in purgatory with a certain Mr. Bonaparte, a famous successful case of the second chance program, the program participant Bonaparte managed to conquer a vast majority of landlocked Europe on the planet Earth, the same world that Devon was from, before finally falling just 121 kilometers outside of Moscow during the battle of Borodino. That man shared quite a bit of bitterness and mental anguish throughout his life, similarly to Devon Hall.

Mr. Bonaparte only received a fraction of the points that Devon Hall received during his stint in purgatory, and allocated them into persuasion, charisma, mathematical prowess, and most importantly– luck. Mr. Bonaparte allocated an unfathomable amount of points into luck.

Would Devon Hall become such a legendary figure in history one day? Hecate tutted her tongue. It was possible–he had the points for it, and he rolled some of the most ludicrously broken blessings and talents ever, as well as the passive of one of the twelve Olympians. Not only did he roll an Olympian's passive, the particular passive he rolled was considered by some experts as one of the top three strongest among the Olympians' passives. But did he have the mentality to utilize his gift and excel?

The answer to that, had yet to be seen.

It was ironic. Truly ironic, now that Hecate thought about it. Tragically ironic.

Hades's passive [Dead Man Walking] was without a doubt one of the strongest passives within the twelve Olympians, arguably the strongest. However, it would only present itself to a reincarnator if a very slim set of preconditions arose.

And one of those conditions was that, at the time of their reincarnation, the reincarnator truly, without a single doubt in their mind, wanted nothing else but to die, for no other reason than to cease their existence.

Finding someone that thought like that was exceedingly rare. On the surface, many people wanted to die, but if one dug a little deeper into their motivations, other motivations would surface. Perhaps they thought of it as a solution to a problem, or they wanted to gain fame or even infamy from the act, or something else along those lines.

To find a person who had motivation without a drop of impurity, who wanted to die solely to cease their existence… was humanly impossible. At least, that is what Hecate thought before she met a certain Mister Hall in purgatory not long ago.

For someone so useless to receive one of the strongest buffs that the second chance program had to offer…

Hecate let out a long sigh. Such was the irony of [Dead Man Walking], possibly the most powerful passive among the twelve Olympians' passives. The sickest irony was that her boss's passive would only present itself to someone the least mentally suited to use it to great effect. The very premise of how the passive chose its owner was self defeating.

"Devon, you stupid idiot!" Hecate shouted, throwing her other slipper at the wide screen ether television. She couldn't stand seeing his stupid face any more, getting smacked around and tossed around like a ragdoll as the Algorian rebels beat him to a pulp with their maces and axes. "At least use [Blessing of the Witch], god damn it!"