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Chapter 1

A deafening crash split the night."My body" slammed into the villa's lawn. Metal parts scattered as if bones had broken.The man who had shoved me leaned theatrically against the railing, shouting with feigned panic, "Diane! Something's wrong! Gaston jumped!"Diane Bouchard was my wife.At his cry, she strolled over unhurriedly, her tone dripping with contempt."Jumped? Gaston? What a desperate stunt. I can't believe he'd pull something so pathetic just to get my attention. Fine. I'll humor him this once."Not the slightest trace of worry crossed her face. Instead, she cast a casual glance downwards, like tossing alms to a beggar.There "I" was, lying still on the grass, motionless. Yet Diane's expression remained cold."All right, Gaston, that's enough. I came all the way over here to acknowledge your little act. Isn't it time to stop pretending?"She spoke as if her mere acknowledgment were some rare blessing, certain I would scramble up in gratitude.But I didn't. "I" lay

Chapter 2

The joints in "my" body had slipped out of place, pieces wedged as if jammed. For a moment, I couldn't move at all. The body was locked in a temporary shutdown.Naturally, Diane noticed nothing unusual. She arched a mocking brow."Stop playing dead, Gaston. Do you really expect me to come all the way down there to help you up?"At last, under the sting of her ridicule, "I" began to crawl up from the ground. The reboot restored basic function, but the posture was awkward, grotesquely stiff."Diane," the man beside her, Ian Tyler, remarked with feigned concern, "look at Gaston's leg. Doesn't it seem broken?""He's still young," Diane replied coldly. "His bones aren't that fragile."She waved off the matter with chilling indifference."If Gaston is stupid enough to throw himself off a balcony, then whatever injuries he suffers, he brought on himself. Ian, don't waste your concern on an idiot. Besides, what's a few broken bones to a man? He'll heal. It's nothing to worry about."Ia

Chapter 3

Two days ago, Diane brought Ian home. By coincidence, it was the anniversary of my death.I still remember my final moments—writhing on the floor in agony, trying to reach for painkillers. My trembling hands spilled the pills across the ground. Blood poured from my mouth, staining the floor.Desperate, I begged the system for one last favor: call Diane. I only wanted to hear her voice before I died. Just once would have been enough.She never answered. She was at the airport, busy sending Ian off.The system even streamed the live footage for me. I watched them embrace tightly. Ian kissed her, and though Diane turned her head slightly, she didn't pull away.To any onlooker, they looked like lovers torn apart by reluctant separation.My face turned ashen. I silently activated the robot I had long prepared. Then I closed my eyes and never opened them again.The system handled the disposal of my body. Then it asked me:[Host, you've willingly abandoned your mission, transferring t

Chapter 4

In the past, Ian and I had always been at odds. And every time we clashed, Diane never bothered to ask questions. She would stand unconditionally at his side.When I was alive, that used to cut me to the bone. Now, it no longer mattered.At dinner, Ian gave a small cough.Diane immediately barked at me, "What are you standing there for? Go pour him some water!""My" body turned and fetched a glass of warm water from the kitchen. Ian frowned."It's too cold. I want it hot. Boiling hot, do you understand?"So "I" returned and replaced it with a cup fresh from the kettle.A glint flashed through Ian's eyes. As he took the glass, he deliberately let it slip, and the scalding water splashed across my hand.How childish. My body was waterproof and heat-resistant.But Diane didn't know that. In her eyes, I was still flesh and blood, with skin that should blister and peel under such heat."Ian, are you all right?"Of course. Her first concern was for Ian."I'm fine, Diane. Gaston m

Chapter 5

Diane leaned down and kissed "me".From the flicker of surprise in her eyes, I could tell she was wondering why my lips were so cold.Just as she was about to take the next step, a weak voice drifted in from outside."Diane? Diane, where are you?"It was Ian."My stomach suddenly feels a little off. Can you take me to the hospital?"Her movements froze. She lowered her head, staring straight at me, her eyes deep and turbulent, emotions swirling just beneath the surface.A strand of her long hair slid past her ear, brushing against my cheek. Once, I would have complained that it tickled.Now, I remained motionless, wooden and unresponsive, asking flatly, "Diane, Ian is calling you. Aren't you going to him?"Her voice cooled, tinged with irritation. "Gaston, do you want me to leave right now?""What about Ian?" I pressed.She gave a sharp, mocking laugh. "Do the butler and maids in this house not exist?"So she knew very well there were servants here. And yet time and again,

Chapter 6

I knew Diane was deliberately trying to humiliate me. She was baiting me into anger.But dignity belonged to men, not machines.When "I" crouched down to obey, it was Diane who suddenly snapped first."Gaston!"She shot to her feet, seized my collar, and hissed through clenched teeth, "Are you out of your mind? So many people are watching. Even if you've lost your shame, I still have mine."From the hospital back to the villa, she remained in a foul mood. Even Ian, usually basking in her favor, received only half a smile.Half was honestly a luxury—once she was truly angry, Diane spared no one, not even family.Ian took advantage of the moment, swaggering up to me with open disdain."Gaston, look at you! You're dull, lifeless, and boring. No wonder Diane doesn't like you. Anyone would grow sick of you. You should be smart enough to step aside on your own. Clinging to a place that isn't yours, never getting so much as a kind look—doesn't it feel pathetic?"Diane overheard him.

Chapter 7

Diane's attitude toward me shifted twice—once, five years ago, and once, three years ago.Back then, despite everyone's objections, I handed in my resignation, giving up a promising career with a future others envied.When Diane heard the news, she confronted me about it."Why?" she asked.I said, "I'm tired. I just want a lazy, idle life at home. I don't want to fight so hard anymore. After all, Diane, you're the Bouchard family's heiress. Supporting me won't hurt, will it?"She froze, staring at me as if she couldn't believe those words had come from my mouth. After all, I had once promised her that I would earn money to support her, so she wouldn't have to carry the burden alone."Gaston, are you really sure about this?" she asked.I nodded."Fine," she said at last. She agreed, but her eyes brimmed with disappointment.When she left, I pressed a hand over my mouth and coughed up a fistful of blood.The system's voice updated me that the cancer cells had already spread int

Chapter 8

Three years ago, after sending Ian off at the airport, Diane came home and hid herself away, weeping in silence for a long time.It was only then, belatedly, that she realized her feelings for Ian had long surpassed the bounds of friendship. But it was too late. She was already married to me."Gaston, Gaston, where are you?"Wiping away her tears, Diane searched the house for me. She didn't know that while she had been kissing Ian goodbye at the airport, I had already died alone at home.What stood before her now was only a substitute."Diane, I'm here."She threw herself into "my" arms, her voice thick with a choked sob. "If… just if… one day I had to leave you, what would you do?""I would die."Diane pressed her lips together and lifted her gaze."Stop talking about death. You know both my parents died from genetic illness. I hate hearing anyone mention death in front of me. Why do you keep using it to threaten me?""It's not a threat. It's the truth.""Enough, Gaston!" H

Chapter 9

Ian was at it again, whispering poison into Diane's ear.This time he didn't even bother with pretense, his hostility toward me laid bare."As long as you file for divorce, you won't have to keep feeding this useless waste. Why keep suffering like this, Diane? I heard you two signed a prenuptial agreement. Even if you split, you won't have to worry about him taking half your money…"And just like that, right in front of me, they began calmly discussing the terms of her divorce.At last, as if suddenly remembering I existed, Diane turned her head toward me."Gaston, I want a divorce. Do you agree?"I submitted another request to the system, asking it to modify the robot's programming so that it would say yes.Diane and Ian had grown up together. They were childhood sweethearts bound by years of familiarity. I was nothing more than an intruder, a late arrival who had forced himself into their world. That it had come to this end—well, I had no one to blame but myself.So I chose t

Chapter 10

"And that person is known only by the codename G," the guy said.Of course, Diane had heard of the legendary "G," a national-level figure shrouded in secrecy. She had spent an astronomical sum trying to reach him, sending people again and again, but her efforts were always in vain.Naturally, she could never find him. Because G was already dead. G was me.Diane brought the broken version of "me" back home, along with the pile of shattered components collected from the crash site.When Ian heard the news, he looked utterly dumbfounded."How in the world did Gaston get his hands on one of G's creations? Even with unlimited money, it's not something you can just buy!"Diane lowered her eyes and said nothing.Ian pressed on. "Diane, this is something huge, and he actually kept it from you…"Her gaze flickered at last, the first sign of reaction."What are you trying to say?""Have you ever thought about it? Gaston betrayed you long ago." Ian jabbed a finger at "me." "This isn't a

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