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The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission Chapter 21
I stood at the doorway of the living room, refraining from stepping inside.James was sitting on the sofa, his head lowered and his hands resting on his knees. When my mother handed him a cup of hot tea, he accepted it and murmured a quiet thank you. His voice was faint, sounding like someone who hadn’t spoken in a very long time.I didn’t know how much he still remembered. I had no idea how he ended up here, what role the System played in all of this, or what was currently left inside his mind. I just stood there, watching him.He looked far more haggard than I remembered. His suit was relatively neat, but there was a subtle wrinkle on his cuff, as if no one had cared for him in a while. Several small, scabbed-over wounds marked the back of his hand.In that moment, I suddenly recalled how, in that other world, James always maintained a flawless appearance. He had been the head of the Fox family, accustomed to standing at the front, giving orders, and being looked up to by everyon
The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission Chapter 20
When the System contacted me, I was chopping up some vegetables for my mother.An orange cat rubbed against my feet, the kitchen was filled with the smell of onion, and the TV in the background was playing some random variety show, punctuated by bursts of laughter.[System alert: Contractual mission rewards finalized. Transmitting final log.]My hands paused for a second, and I quietly walked back to my room, closing the door behind me.After returning to my original world, it had taken me a very long time to get used to this kind of peace and stability. Every evening when my father came home from work, he would bring me my favorite hot dog. My mother would nag about how lazy I was while always making sure I was fed.They were truly alive again. They would bicker, laugh, and argue in the kitchen over which herbs to add, and they would take turns knocking on my door whenever I stayed up late. Every detail was so real that it terrified me. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle o
The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission Chapter 19
After the coin vanished, James became a different person entirely.It wasn’t a mental breakdown, nor was he spiraling out of control. It was something far more agonizing—he had finally found clarity. He was as sharp as a knife that had been honed to a dangerous edge, cutting through anything while simultaneously cutting himself.He knew that I was dead. He knew that he had been manipulated for those three years, and that his actions during that time had not entirely been driven by his own free will.He knew that something beyond his understanding existed in this world, that Chloe had been fabricated into their lives, and that I might have never truly belonged there in the first place. All that clarity only led him to confirm the truth that I was never coming back.That night, he sat in his study until dawn. Outside the window, the sky shifted from a deep navy blue to a pale gray before finally turning light gold. However, he didn’t move an inch.Spread across his desk was a thick
The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission Chapter 18
James spent a long time looking into the origin of that coin, but he found no answers.No one in the Fox family knew where it had come from. The butler said he had never seen it, his assistant swore he had never touched it, and the security footage showed no one entering or leaving James’s room. It had simply appeared there one morning out of nowhere.James carried it with him everywhere, as if holding onto something he couldn’t quite put into words.During that period, his state of mind was hard to describe. On the surface, he handled company affairs as usual, attended necessary events, signed documents, held meetings, and made executive decisions. Yet, he began to question the nature of reality itself.If Chloe could be fabricated into existence out of thin air, if his willpower could be overwritten by an external force for three whole years, and if a shadow on a security feed could be in the wrong direction, was the ground beneath his feet even real? Was the torment he felt ever
The “Cannon Fodder-Real Heiress” Mission Chapter 17
James started doing things that made everyone around him think he’d gone mad. I only knew about it in intermittent bursts through the System’s residual signal, like a radio stuck between channels, picking up scattered fragments.He kept my bedroom exactly as it had been, untouched. Every day, he would personally replace the flowers with fresh roses—the blush-pink ones I loved most when I was alive. They bloomed in full, their scent filling the room. He would stand before my framed photo and speak to it, giving me a detailed rundown of everything that happened that day. For example, how many people visited the foundation, whether the weather was cloudy or clear, what he ate for lunch, and where things stood with Chloe’s court case.He would take all the items I had carelessly left lying around while I was alive and carefully put them back into their original places.On the third shelf of the bookcase sat an old fairy tale book with a worn cover and curled edges. That was the book h
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James read through half of those documents before he stopped. It wasn’t absurd. In fact, it was frighteningly accurate.Folklore, metaphysical texts, fringe quantum theories, and even extreme psychiatric case studies repeatedly described a shared phenomenon: when an external force forcibly intervened in a person’s life trajectory, the individual would experience a “systematic divergence between behavior and emotion.” This would go unnoticed while they were conscious; only in hindsight would they realize that, during that period, they were living like a puppet controlled by someone else.James stared at those words ‘systematic divergence between behavior and emotion’ for a very long time. He remembered the countless times I had stood in front of him, my eyes red, pleading with him to believe me just once. Every single time, a sharp, fleeting pain had stabbed his heart. Yet every time, that pain was quickly overshadowed by another, even more intense feeling of irritation.It felt
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