All Chapters of Love's Hard Reset: I'm Switching Targets: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

As I lay dying of cancer, I bound myself to a Survival System. I was told that as long as I could earn Caroline Davis' love, I'd be able to return to the real world with a healthy body.So, to make her fall in love with me, I catered to her every whim until I successfully married her. Yet, in the end, my endless devotion only landed me in prison.The day I dragged myself out of prison, my legs felt like lead. The sunlight was so blinding that I could barely keep my eyes open, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.Caroline looked at me with open disgust, her tone sharp with impatience. "Are you putting on this pitiful act just to make me feel guilty? All I asked was for you to serve a three-year sentence in Kyle's place. He's your brother, for goodness' sake. Don't be so petty!"I clenched my fists so tightly that the veins bulged beneath my skin. But with one finger missing from each hand, the gesture looked ridiculously absurd.She had said it so casually, but it felt like a

In the end, the system gave in. It told me that by forcibly changing the mission, even if I completed the new one and returned to the real world, I would only have 30 years left to live.I originally had 60 years, but as long as I didn't have to be Caroline's lapdog, sacrificing 30 years of my life would be well worth it.Since what had already happened couldn't be undone, my marriage to Caroline remained intact, and my missing fingers couldn't be restored.The new mission the system gave me was to research a cure for cancer.I agreed readily.That afternoon, Caroline and Kyle showed up in my hospital room together. Kyle was holding my medical report and looking delighted."Dom, when you said you were allergic to alcohol, I was worried sick. Thankfully, the report says you're not actually allergic."Then, as if suddenly remembering something, his expression fell. "If you're upset with me, Dom, you could've just said so. There was really no need to fake passing out."Caroline's

"Based on similar cases, Mr. Holden likely has severe rheumatism. If left untreated, he might end up in a wheelchair," the doctor said. "But Mr. Holden is missing a kidney and also suffering from long-term malnutrition. At this rate, he likely has less than a year to live."Caroline went pale. She buried her face in her hands as she rambled incoherently."How could this happen? I asked around. Aside from doing some labor, he shouldn't have had it hard in prison at all. How could he have sustained such severe injuries?"After the family doctor left, only Caroline and I were left in the room. The silence was suffocating.She sat by my bedside, completely lost in thought. I couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. I opened my eyes and met her red, swollen ones."Caroline, let's get a divorce. I'll step aside so you and Kyle can be together."My throat burned with pain, and the moment I finished speaking, I broke into a violent coughing fit.Caroline grabbed a glass of water and held

I took another opportunity to observe her just now, and her condition had gotten worse. If I'm not mistaken, she had breast cancer.As it happened, one of the drugs I was currently developing was to treat breast cancer. But I was conflicted. Did I want to give her the drug?…I put all my focus into developing the drug. The process was tedious, but when I thought about how the drug could cure cancer patients and restore their health in the future, I found myself brimming with motivation.However, the system kept feeding me updates on Kyle and Caroline's relationship. It told me that he had been incredibly clingy toward her lately.I rolled my eyes at it. Was this gossip-loving system really the same cold and impartial one from before?After a long day at work, I returned home only to find Kyle lounging on the couch, bossing the housekeeper around, as if he were already the man of the house.I ignored him and headed straight for the stairs.Apparently, because both Caroline and

The once sharp-tongued and cruel Gretchen now looked utterly distraught. Even her tone carried a pleading humility."You're the genius oncologist with countless success stories under your belt!" she cried. "And you love Carrie so much. You have to save her! "As long as you do the surgery, she'll definitely be able to survive this and be healthy again," she pleaded, clutching my sleeve desperately, terrified I might reject her and destroy her last hope.I looked up at the sky. The blue expanse was beautiful. Reality, however, was cruel.Letting out a sigh, I met her expectant gaze and held up my hands."Have you forgotten? My hands are crippled. I lost the right to stand in an operating room a long time ago. My fingers were brutally broken when I was in prison. And the person who sent me there was none other than your daughter, Carrie."The last trace of hope Gretchen had was instantly snuffed out. She stared at my hands with widened eyes, as if she were seeing them for the very