Lahat ng Kabanata ng After I Lost All My Emotions, the Regent Went Mad: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

“Host, be careful. Adrian's completely unhinged right now. Anyone who crosses his path ends up dead."The system's voice trembled inside my head."He killed the young king, imprisoned the dowager queen, and left the capital awash in blood. He swore that unless you returned, he'd make the whole world pay for your death."I stood within the void, looking at the system's crumbling world.Three years ago, I failed to win Adrian over.To escape, I threw myself from a cliff that plunged into a seemingly endless abyss before his eyes, leaving not even a trace of my remains behind.I traded away all my feelings in exchange for a ticket home.Now, nothing could stir my emotions anymore. If anything, I'd become cold-hearted.“Three months. Ten million dollars.” I repeated my terms, my tone as casual as if I were discussing grocery prices.“Deal! As long as you can stop him from blowing up the World Core!” The system hurriedly shoved me down.When I opened my eyes again, I found myself inside a

Adrian began to grow increasingly unreasonable.He couldn't stand my complete lack of reaction.To provoke me, to force even the slightest emotion out of me, he started relentlessly testing my limits.He deliberately flaunted his favoritism toward Sharon.He arranged for Sharon to stay at the estate and showered her with expensive gifts, sending one lavish present after another to her guest suite.He even made a point of having Sharon sit on his lap while he was taking his medicine whenever I came to deliver it, her clothes deliberately disheveled.“Adrian, this medicine tastes terrible. You have to stay here with me while I take it.”Sharon pouted sweetly as she spoke, shooting a provocative glance toward me at the doorway.Adrian held the medicine, but his eyes never left me.“Bella, if you're unhappy, all you have to do is say the word. I'll have her removed immediately.”He was gambling that I still cared enough to be jealous, to cry, to make a fuss over him.I stood in the doorway

The doors burst open under a powerful kick, sending dust swirling through the air.Framed by the sunlight pouring through the doorway, Adrian looked every bit the hero racing to save the woman he loved.“Bella!”He shouted my name, his voice carrying the perfect blend of panic and devotion.He had expected to find me huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, my clothes in disarray but otherwise untouched.I would throw myself into his arms in tears.He would hold me tightly, tell me he had arrived too late, and we would reconcile.Instead, he was greeted by a lifeless body.My body lay sprawled across the cold straw, limp and motionless.My clothes were torn and tattered, bruises and scratches marring the exposed skin.My face was as pale as paper.A dried streak of blood remained at the corner of my mouth.The men stood nearby, frozen in panic, their faces even paler than the corpse before them.“What happened...?”The expression on Adrian's face froze.He staggered forward.Each step

He bent down and pressed an impossibly gentle, reverent kiss to my lips before making his way to the dungeon below.There, Sharon and the men were bound to iron racks.What followed was so bloody that even the system couldn't bear to watch.The screen blurred.Adrian barely needed to interrogate them.Desperate to save their own lives, the men spilled everything.They explained how Sharon paid them, how she provided the drug, how she ordered them to ruin me.One of them even mimicked her venomous tone with disturbing accuracy.The evidence was overwhelming, yet Sharon continued to scream.“Adrian, I did it for you! That woman didn't love you! She was like a lifeless doll! Only by destroying her could she learn to depend on you again! Wasn't this your idea from the beginning? You approved the kidnapping! You wanted her to suffer too!”Those words became the final blow because she was right.He was part of it.If he hadn't wanted to play the hero, if he hadn't silently approved Sharon's

With ten million dollars in my account, I left my exhausting job behind and started living for myself.I spent the next year traveling.I chased the northern lights.I went skydiving.I explored the depths of the ocean.Every thrill and rush of adrenaline reminded me what it felt like to be alive.Whenever my heart raced, I would think of that lifeless palace and find myself breathing even deeper, savoring the freedom I fought so hard to reclaim.It was during those travels that I met Lucien Cooper.He wasn't a prince.He wasn't a ruler.And he certainly wasn't a madman.He was simply an archaeologist with a warm smile and a steady, reassuring presence.We met outside an ancient cliffside ruin.He handed me a bottle of water and smiled.“Thirsty?”For a moment, I was caught off guard.Then I took the bottle and laughed.“Absolutely. Thanks.”Falling in love happened as naturally as breathing.Lucien never knew the details of my past.He only knew that sometimes I would drift off and st