Hardly Game Over

I grabbed the sturdiest belt by the washbasin, tied it into a silly bow, and hung myself from the clothesline.Fearing my first attempt wasn’t lethal enough, I added another knot for good measure. The System promised that if I died in this body within seven days, I’d be granted three months back in my original world to be with my family. With zero attachment to this world, I kicked the stool under my feet. The noose cinched tight, cutting the air off my lungs. In my hazy, bloodshot vision, memories of this world played before my eyes like scenes from a movie. I was a transmigrator from another world. By conquering any of the four male targets, I could get my life back, where I had died in a car crash. The targets assigned to me by the System were great catches, all heroes in their own right. However, thanks to the heroine, they hated my guts and saw me as a sworn enemy. Now that I’d failed the mission, the only way out was death. At least, these men would be free of me,

“Are you trying to get yourself killed, Lyra? “The arrows of our House are dipped in venom. You know that!” Of course, I did. The poison arrows were Tara’s idea. According to her, our soldiers could inflict better damage on enemies. even when they missed their marks. I voiced my objections, concerned that the plan could backfire on our men. Sylas retorted in annoyance, “Our men are trained, not fools who would hurt themselves. Lyra, you don’t have the grit of this House, unlike Tara.” Now, this poison arrow could very well facilitate my departure from this world. Tossing the bone bow aside, Sylas sprinted toward me and tore the fabric from my shoulder. He pressed his lips against my wound, drawing out the venom. It took three long pulls for my blood to be cleared of poison. By then, Sylas’ complexion was pale. He screamed for the antidote and forced the liquid down my throat. Following my refusal to swallow, Sylas smacked me hard in exasperation. “How much longer

Everyone scowled at my words. Tyle furrowed her brows, fearing that I held proof. Nevertheless, the four targets were skeptical. Sylas spoke, his voice heavy with condemnation. “I watched Tara grow up to be a woman of integrity and poise. I doubt she’d lie. “You were raised in the gutters. God knows what else you picked up on the streets.” Sure enough, prejudice was a mountain too heavy to move. No one would suspect an adopted daughter, born into privilege, of underhanded means. Meanwhile, the real flesh and blood was already condemned to be wicked and petty for surviving the streets. In that case, I had nothing more to say. “You’re right. I’m vile, and she’s not. Why do you even bother with me? Just let me die.” The men grimaced hard. Out of the blue, Cameron gripped my hand. “Come away with me, Lyra. We can leave the capital and travel across the land. We can live freely through our trade. Isn’t that the life you’ve always wanted?” I smirked at him. “Are

At the end of a full day of torture, I had nothing left in me to even utter a word. Tara forced Cameron’s miracle pill down my throat but dumped the vial for killing the pain to the ground. Before I could voice my curiosity about Tara’s intent to torment me, she broke out in laughter. “I’m sure this is eating you up inside.“Why did you have to come back? I am the daughter raised by House Thornfield. What right do you have to take what belongs to me?“Sylas, Cameron, and Lucian are mine. Even the place next to Leon belongs to me.“Don’t blame me for what I’ll do next for stealing my property.” As my blood ran cold, Tara added. “I know you’re a player on a quest while I’m just a naïve heroine who’s awakened to the story. “Why do I have to give up one of my male leads just so you can complete your mission?“They are all exceptional, and I won’t hand a single one to you!” Tara summoned yesterday’s burly men back into the room. “She ought to know the rules. Break her un