Chapter 3 Natalie Didn't Believe I Was Dead

I disregarded the risk of my soul possibly dissipating just to traverse across multiple worlds in order to save her, who was on the verge of death.

In my original world, the people from the tech company tried their best to persuade me not to throw myself headfirst into this treatment.

"This project is still in its experimental stages. We can't guarantee that traveling across worlds won't cause damage to your mind. Due to the nature of this treatment, Ms. Brooke will assume that she's a native in those worlds.

"Can you guarantee that she will remain the same as before after you save her? What if she falls in love with someone else? What will you do then?"

I answered firmly, "Natalie wouldn't fall in love with anyone else. I doubt she'd fail to notice how much I've sacrificed just to save her, weak consciousness or not. In this world, no one loves her more than I do!"

As I recalled what I said back then, I could barely resist the urge to slam my head against the wall.

Reality sure gave me a harsh reality check.

This was supposed to be our last world, and Natalie's condition was much better than in the previous ones. However, I quickly found that she'd become rather… stubborn. I also noticed that she didn't seem to like me very much.

Still, I said nothing, choosing to stay by her side anyway.

I had even considered staying here in this world with her if the project failed and Natalie's consciousness couldn't be extracted back to our original world.

I had made countless contingency plans for our future.

I truly wanted to stay with her.

I thought my loyalty and care would eventually thaw her frozen heart, and it did. She even began to make desserts for me on her own initiative, so I thought it was all worth it.

Only now did I understand that those desserts were actually meant for Michael.

I didn't understand why she would fall in love with Michael. After all, I was the one who had always been protecting her in this world. Yet, she ditched me like yesterday's rotten tuna the moment he returned.

Just thinking about it nearly gave me an aneurysm.

Natalie's face was gloomy as she gave the butler her final ultimatum. "It's been so many days, yet he still refuses to show himself. Does he still not know what he did wrong? How tough of him!"

However, I saw that her right hand was trembling slightly, and she didn't sound as commanding as she used to.

As I've been by her side across so many worlds, I knew that this was how she reacted when she was afraid.

"Michael, I'll bring him here right now to apologize to you. If he refuses, I'll beat him until he agrees!"

Still, she slapped her hand to her nose as soon as the door swung open. "Why does it smell so bad?"

She started searching around the room, looking for me.

"Felix, where are you? Come out now!"

The butler stood to the side, his legs shaking.

"Ms. Brooke, the pot hasn't been opened yet."

Natalie frowned and was extremely displeased upon hearing his words.

"Did he hide back in the pot when he heard me coming up? Good Lord! Felix, there should be a limit to your pranks. I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you!"

Then, she ordered someone to move the stone away.

…

As the lid of the pot was lifted slightly, a nauseating smell immediately rushed out.

The butler bent over and vomited on the spot when it hit him.

Natalie also seemed slightly uncomfortable as she barely held back her urge to vomit.

"Felix, get out of here right now. Stop pretending. My time is precious and meant to be spent with Michael. I don't have time to waste on you!"

'Natalie, do you seriously think I'd rather stay there? You were the one who had people weigh down the lid. I couldn't climb out even if I wanted to!' I thought waspishly.

Natalie's patience was running thin, and she impatiently kicked the iron pot as she barked, "What are you still dragging your feet for? Don't you want to apologize to Michael? Fine then, you don't have to. Just bow to him once, and I'll let you off. How about that?"

…

As time passed by, there was still no movement from the pot.

Natalie lifted her foot and kicked the lid off the pot. Then, she looked inside and said angrily, "Felix, you really don't know what's good for you, do you? I think—"

Her words got stuck in her throat the very next second.

My corpse had already been stewed into pieces, no longer resembling that of a human. However, my head floated at the top, my empty sockets boring into her.