In my previous life, I used to be an insane wanderer who sought nothing but strength. I was blinded by some tools which tempted me to never stop.
But on the path to attaining the peak of mortality, I lost the most precious people of my life.
My three beautiful wives.
They became the stepping stone that I never asked for, yet never stopped them either. Maybe it was fate that after reaching my goal, I lost myself.
And in the end, I killed myself only to get reborn at the time where my wives were still alive and I was yet to get blinded with greed.
Since I have the chance, like hell I would waste it by being a battle maniac. Now, what left was to pamper my wives and shower them with the love they deserve.