Cerita Pendek & Novel Lovesick Fool System

When I was deep in love, I traded fifty years of my lifespan to save my girlfriend. Seven years later, on our wedding day, the System notified me that I only had three days left to live. I called my girlfriend, hoping she wouldn’t be late so I could have closure. Then, a phone began ringing behind me. I turned around to see her dressed in a white wedding dress, though it wasn’t the one I had chosen for her. She was holding my younger brother’s hand, and with her head hung low, she said sheepishly, “Henry is terminally ill and doesn’t have much time left. His only wish is to get married. Can you compromise and let him have this wedding?” My father chimed in, “An older brother should always accommodate his younger brother. It’s only right.” My mother knelt before me, begging, “Your brother is dying! Please, I’m begging you as your mother.” I saw the triumphant smirk in my brother’s eyes, but no one else in the room seemed to notice. Instead, everyone scrambled to speak up on his behalf. I smiled faintly. I no longer wanted this closure. “Alright,” I said. “He can have the wedding.” And he could have her, too. My girlfriend happily wrapped her arms around my neck. “I knew you were the kindest and most generous person! Don’t worry, this is just a game to fulfill his wish. I’ll make it up to you with a wedding every year from now on.” Unfortunately, I only had three days left. There would be no “from now on.”

I transmigrated into an evil supporting character. To stay in character, I bullied the male protagonist every day—but why did he develop a crush on me?

The day Martin Lovell is crowned king, I'm made his queen. During the kingdom's founding ceremony, assassins attack Martin and me, and I step in to stop them. But as I'm shielding Martin, he grabs me and pulls me into a blade's path so that I take the hit meant for my half-sister. As the blade sinks into my flesh, the blood filling my mouth stifles my cries of pain. Martin holds the trembling Rosie Franklin in his arms, gently wiping away her tears as he says to me, "Helena Franklin, you know how it is. You're a skilled fighter, and you even have supernatural powers. But your sister has none of that." I die in despair. As my consciousness fades, I hear the system's voice. [Helena, you have only one chance left to complete your mission. If you fail for the tenth time, you'll be erased from existence permanently.]

"I agree to donate my heart to Cameron." After three hours in the freezing stairwell, Hendrick Campbell finally breaks. It's December, and the temperature outside hovers barely above freezing. Clad only in thin loungewear, his lips are pale from the biting cold. Lexie Shelton opens the door and looks down at him with cold detachment. "You've finally come around?" Hendrick lets out a faint smile. He realizes now that he'll never thaw Lexie's heart. He's a system host. From the moment he accepted this mission, he knew that Lexie had a man she could never forget.

The day I turned eighteen, my father picked my birthday dinner to drop his bombshell: he'd fallen for someone else, and he wanted a divorce. Mom was about to flip the table. Then a stream of comments scrolled across my vision. [Don't make a scene! He's just a cheater. We don't even want him.] [Your mom's gorgeous. Play the sweet, doting type, win him over, and she'll walk away with most of his fortune. We're talking billions!] [Take the billions and enjoy the rest of your life. Beats rotting at home as some bitter ex-wife, doesn't it?] Following the comments, I clapped a hand over Mom's mouth and whispered: "Mom, stop! Dad's worth billions, we have to watch what we say!"

For the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, the system in my mind warned me. [Warning! The lovesick part of your brain is highly active! If you refuse to leave John Miller, you’ll die an hour later!] I looked at my husband. He was scolding me for the sake of his secretary, who was his first love. I once burned down all of my award-winning drawings just because he disliked them. I calmly gave the system in my brain an order. “Since the cause of the malfunction is the lovesick portion of my brain, I hereby grant you the highest authority to remove it. Do the surgery now!” An hour later, John stopped me at the door of the ward. His eyes were bloodshot. “Grace Stone, what are you trying to pull?” I raised my head and watched him coldly and calmly. “Mister, you blocked the light. Based on an analysis, this constitutes an illegal detention. Do you need my help calling the cops?”

For the 999th time, the system in my head issues a warning: [Warning! Your infatuation level has exceeded the safe limit! If you do not leave Eleanor Hayes within one hour, you will be erased!] I look up to find my CEO wife, Eleanor, standing protectively in front of her secretary, Charles Beaumont, in the hospital. He has falsely accused me of stealing his paintings, and she believes him without question. Right in front of me, she slashes the paintings I have spent three years creating and then orders me to apologize to Charles. "You stole Charles' paintings in the first place," she says coldly. "Everything I've done is to make it up to him. All you have to do is apologize. What's so hard about that?" I stare at her in silence as she shields Charles from me. I take a last glance at the paintings I have spent three years creating, then calmly speak to the system in my head. "If this obsession with her is what's causing the problem, then I want the highest level of authorization. Remove all the love I have for her. Immediately." The system replies, "Authorization request received." One hour later, I am cleared to leave the hospital. Eleanor is waiting outside. The moment she sees me, she blocks the door and grabs me, her eyes burning with anger. "Daniel, what kind of game are you playing now?" I look at her calmly. There is none of the anger, hurt, or love I once would have felt. Then I say evenly, "Ma'am, you've unlawfully assaulted me. Would you like me to call the police?"