LOGINJust as I'm on the verge of successfully completing my mission, my System suddenly crashes and is replaced by a new one. That's when I learn the truth that Cherie Blackstone's agreement to marry me is fake from the very beginning. Not only does she already have a lover, but even her affection for me is also entirely feigned. She loathes me, the person who has been constantly pursuing her since childhood. Even her moments of intimacy with me are merely a ploy to let her true love be reborn inside my body. The new System can't bear to watch the situation get any worse and chooses to reveal the truth to me. It lets me make a choice. "If you choose to abandon the mission now, you will die together with her true love. But if you choose to complete the mission, you will receive a new body as compensation for the System switch. "However, before you receive your new body, you will lose all your memories and eventually die." So, does that mean I would forget Cherie and have her watch me die in the end? Of course I choose to continue with the mission with a deal like that.
View More"What does your loving me have anything to do with me?" I demanded, standing my ground as Cherie cornered me at my doorway. My face was devoid of emotion. "The corpse you're obsessed with is right there in your hands, isn't it? Feel free to hug him and announce it to the whole world!""But he's not you!" Cherie exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing my hand through the gap in the door. She refused to let go even as the door slammed into her arm and turned the skin red.She kept repeating stubbornly, "It's you I love, Victor Pearson! You! The person now standing in front of me…"If that was the case, then why did she try to strip me of my life just to make way for somebody else? Did she think that I was nothing but a velvet box for a watch, only meant to be used as packaging and later discarded or swapped out if she didn't like it?"You disgust me," I said, shoving her away from my door with all my might.Cherie burst into tears. She crouched on the steps outside with her head in h
I had grown to fear the silence, and I didn't dare to linger in one place for far too long. After all, the days spent waiting for someone to turn back to me had been truly agonizing.When summer came around, I bumped into Cherie again.She had made an appearance at an art exhibition—somewhere she swore she wouldn't be caught dead in the past. Her eyes were fixed intently on an unfinished piece, signed "Starry Sky", and she looked particularly downcast as she stared at the painting.I had once treasured that piece, but once the memories within it were no longer worth revisiting, I had discarded it in the blink of an eye."Victor…"I watched Cherie caress the frame of the painting. Then, I summoned the exhibition curator, intending to buy the work back immediately.The curator studied my face for a long time, looking rather puzzled and troubled. Finally, he said, "Sir, this painting is not for sale. It represents the memories of someone who has already passed away.""Treating some
Eventually, I found myself unable to leave the bed.Day after day, I watched the green buds emerge on the tree branches outside my window. On rare occasions, I would even spot a few birds perched in the trees."Can you find me a paintbrush?" I asked, looking imploringly at the woman, who, for reasons unbeknownst to me, always lingered by my bedside. I was itching to touch vibrant paint colors again. However, I didn't know who this woman was. I just knew she was always there every time I opened my eyes.She told me her name was Cherie Blackstone, and she often gazed at me with sorrowful eyes, telling me I'd forgotten many important things.I didn't believe her.My mind was solely occupied with paintings, and I told her over and over again that I had no childhood sweetheart whatsoever."If there really was someone who cared about me, then why hasn't anyone come to visit me yet?" I asked her.As she continued droning on endlessly about past events again, I began losing my patie
However, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't find my girlfriend's number. My fingers trembled as anxiety clawed at my chest. "No… Maybe I shouldn't tell her… If she found out about it, she'd definitely be heartbroken…""Why are you talking as though you're going to die?" Cherie said, spilling water on the floor as the glass wobbled in her hand.I looked at her with a strange expression and tried to shoo her out of the room once again."What are you still doing here? I already told you that I have a girlfriend!""Is your girlfriend good to you?" Cherie suddenly asked, cutting me off. She lowered her eyes, and I thought I saw her hand trembling against my blanket."Of course she's good to me," I said, my face lighting up the moment I got to talk about her. I began recounting everything she did for me with a sort of pride, as though showing her off to the world. "She told me from a young age that we were going to get married someday. I've known her since the day she was b












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