Chapter 3The System of Letting Go

The living room returned to silence.

I curled up on the sofa.

And fell asleep.

Dusty memories surged in my dream.

I didn't belong to this world.

After an accident, I opened my eyes, and the System brought me here.

Leaving only two sentences:

[Conquer Julian Vance within three months and marry him.]

[Otherwise, you will die completely.]

Then, the System vanished.

Julian back then was nothing like now.

Family bankrupt. Massive debt.

He hid in a dark rental apartment, surrounded by empty bottles, like a dying beast.

I approached him bravely.

Cleaning up the mess, cooking hangover soup clumsily, listening quietly when he rambled drunk.

I didn't know big philosophies.

I could only tell him over and over.

It will get better.

Everything will be fine.

The three-month deadline was approaching.

But his eyes were still numb and empty, like looking through fog.

I didn't want to die.

On the last day, I broke down.

Crying, I told him the truth—

I am a Conqueror. I will die if I don't marry him.

I begged him to marry me.

I was ready for him to call me crazy.

But he looked at me, tear-stained and pathetic, was silent for a long time, then rasped one word:

"Okay."