When I abandoned my strategy and disclosed the existence of the system, my ex-girlfriend—whom I couldn’t let go of—surprisingly agreed to marry me and promised to give me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her, so I enthusiastically prepared for the wedding. But instead, she lured me onto an operating table. “You are a strategist capable of indefinite revival, but he is in the final stages of heart failure and is dying.” “Don’t worry, once his surgery is successful and he’s recovered, I’ll fully return to the family and help you complete your mission.” What she didn’t realize was that the moment she took my heart, my strategy had already failed, and my memory was wiped clean. A month later, when she smiled and called me “husband,” asking if I had thought of a name for the baby, I was bewildered. “We don’t even know each other, where is this child coming from?” “Nora, this isn’t the road to the wedding venue, is it?” I sat in the passenger seat, observing the unfamiliar scenery outside, calmly speaking. My wife, Nora Johnson, visibly flinched and then held my hand tightly, smiling as she explained: “Declan, are you getting cold feet about the wedding?” “We’ve planned this wedding for so long. Where else would we be going?” Listening to Nora’s explanation, I remained silent, not responding. Even though she hid it well, she overlooked one detail. Since I arrived in this world to complete my mission, we have been together for a full seven years. I know her too well. Whenever she lies, she instinctively bites her lip. And the moment I asked, she immediately locked the car doors. It felt like she was afraid I might jump out of the car and escape. Thinking about this, I wasn’t surprised, but rather felt a sense of relief. I silently took out a cigarette from my pocket. With a click, the lighter sparked a flame. I took a deep drag, the nicotine filling my lungs with a bitterness that made me especially clear-headed. “Nora, I’ve been by your side for seven years; there’s no need to deceive me.” I exhaled a puff of smoke, my tone calm but tinged with self-mockery. “It’s unnecessary and pointless.” “You’re actually taking me to the hospital to help Theo Brooks with a heart transplant, aren’t you?” Hearing Theo Brooks’ name, Nora suddenly slammed on the brakes, nearly causing a rear-end collision. But I wasn’t surprised by Nora’s reaction. After all, he was once her first love, just a step away from walking down the aisle with her. After a while, her face regained composure, and she forced a smile that was more of a grimace. “Declan, my relationship with Theo Brooks is long over.” “Now I just want to be with you, Declan, believe me.” Unfortunately, even though her words sounded nice, her eyes flickered incessantly, never daring to meet mine. I took a deep breath and interrupted: “On such an important day, why aren’t you wearing a wedding dress and insisted on driving yourself?” “We clearly hired a driver and a fleet, didn’t we?” Upon hearing this, the car interior fell silent, leaving only the crackling sound of burning tobacco. After a while, she lowered her head and admitted: “You are a traveler; you can revive until the strategy task is completed. But he is in end-stage heart failure and can’t hold on without surgery.” “He is so kind and so young; he shouldn’t end his life so hastily.” Her voice carried a hint of a sob, as if pleading or explaining. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh: “So, this is why you tricked me into marriage, so you could take my heart for his surgery?” “Do you know this is illegal…” Before I could finish, Nora kissed me to silence me, her tears falling onto my face. The sweet kisses of the past now tasted only bitter. “Don’t say anymore… I really can’t watch him die.” “Since we’ve already gotten the marriage certificate, help me one last time, okay?” “Once his surgery is successful and he recovers, I’ll fully return to the family and help you complete your strategy task.” She clutched my hand, seemingly using all her strength to say these words. I looked at her almost pleading request and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. I’ve strategized with Nora for seven years and have never seen her bow to anyone. Whether facing threats from superiors or false accusations from peers, she always maintained her pride and principles. But now, as long as Theo Brooks could survive, she didn’t care about anything else. Sure enough. Before I could refuse, I felt dizzy and my body gradually lost strength. But Nora seemed to have anticipated this, calmly saying: “Declan, don’t struggle. I added a handful of sleeping pills to breakfast today.” “To save him, I have no choice.” With that, Nora stepped on the gas pedal to the floor, heading in the opposite direction of the wedding. … When I woke up again, the car was parked outside an abandoned private hospital. After all, a living heart transplant doesn’t comply with medical regulations. Soon, a group of people dressed in surgical gowns and masks had me fully restrained. “Miss Johnson, you’ve finally brought the heart source. If you delay any longer, Mr. Brooks won’t make it.” Upon hearing this, Nora’s face turned white, and she rushed towards Theo Brooks’ hospital room, leaving me, the mobile heart, behind. Soon, Nora saw Theo Brooks lying on the hospital bed, pale and barely breathing. “Theo!” “How did you end up like this?” She exclaimed, rushing forward to hold his hand, her heart seemingly shattering. “It’s okay now, everything’s okay now. Soon you’ll have a new heart.” Her voice trembled, carrying a sob. Theo Brooks weakly smiled, gripping her hand in return, his eyes full of relief at being saved. “I knew you’d come, Nora.” And I, bound to the side, watched this touching scene unfold and couldn’t help but smile self-deprecatingly. In her eyes, Theo Brooks was her everything, so what was I? A partner to make ends meet? Or a mobile blood pack to save a life? But this question may never have an answer. From afar, Nora noticed my gaze. She suddenly turned to look at me, slowly approaching as if wanting to embrace me. But I moved aside, avoiding her touch, my expression cold. “Go on, aren’t you going to save your precious Theo? Hurry up.” Nora froze, then spoke with a trembling voice: “Declan, I’m sorry.” “But rest assured, once Theo’s surgery is successful, I’ll immediately return to the family and help you complete the strategy task.” I said nothing to her promise. Because she didn’t know, when my life became a tool to save Theo Brooks, my strategy had already utterly failed. The next moment, as the anesthetic began to take effect, my consciousness gradually blurred. Just when I thought the system would erase me for failing the strategy, it suddenly spoke: “Host strategy task failed! Erasing… host’s entire memory of Nora Johnson.”
Hearing the system’s punishment, I was stunned. I didn’t expect the system to only plan on erasing my memories of Nora Johnson. And not my life. This wasn’t so much a punishment; for me now, it was more like a release. The next moment, the system pulled my soul from my body, and the past seven years with Nora Johnson unfolded before my eyes like scenes from a movie. Seven years ago, I had just arrived in this world. With language barriers and struggles everywhere, I began to decay, buying drinks at night and nearly freezing to death in the icy wilderness. It was Nora Johnson who saved me, taking me back to her rented apartment. Even though I hadn’t showered for a month, reeking of a sour stench, Nora was unfazed. She even brought over two cases of beer, drinking with me until we passed out. That night, she shared a lot. She said she once wanted to die too. But thinking of a promise with someone, she gritted her teeth and held on. That night, she laughed so openly and purely. Like a beam of light, illuminating my shattered heart. From that day on, I put away all my thoughts, deciding to live for Nora Johnson. From now on, her wish was my wish. Her dream was my dream. Perhaps because of similar experiences, we quickly got together. Back then, we were still poor, and suppliers were delaying payments, leaving the company with no funds. At the end of the year, our feast was merely an upgrade from packet noodles to cup noodles. Even so, we still found joy in it. Nora Johnson and I squatted in the rented apartment, eating cup noodles. I boasted about my talents and abilities, saying once the company went public, I’d throw the grandest, most enviable wedding for her. That day, she laughed so happily. Like a crescent moon, lighting up my world. I thought we’d keep going like this. But then Theo Brooks returned to the country, shattering my illusions. As the year came to a close, our feast was simply upgrading from bagged instant noodles to cup noodles. Yet, we were content with this. Nora and I sat in our little rented apartment, eating instant noodles. I ambitiously talked up my talents and abilities, telling her that when the company went public, we’d have the grandest wedding ever, one that would make everyone green with envy. That day, she laughed joyfully. Her smile was like a sliver of moonlight that brightened my whole world. I believed we would continue on like this forever. But everything fell apart the day Declan Carter returned to the country. She, who placed her career above all else, unceremoniously ditched a supplier worth thirty million and drove straight to the airport without a second thought. She returned to the office a week later, acting as if nothing had happened. But after that, her interactions with Declan Carter became more frequent. At first, I wasn’t worried. I thought that our years together wouldn’t be easily shaken by a long-lost first love. But seeing her start to giggle at her phone left me panicking. That was the unmistakable sign of being in love, something I knew all too well. Later, I discovered that the “promise” she’d held onto all this time was with Declan Carter. They had agreed that no matter what happened, she’d wait for him to return and marry her. And she had waited, up until now. But thankfully, it’s all finally coming to an end. I released her, and in doing so, I freed myself. Just as my soul was about to press the button to erase these memories, the tightly shut doors of the operating room suddenly burst open. In came Nora, leaving me stunned. What was she doing here? She rushed in to interrupt the surgery, and the doctor quickly blocked her. “Miss , the surgery is in progress, please leave!” But she ignored him, her eyes anxiously fixed on my body, already opened up on the operating table. Seeing this, a flicker of hope sparked within my soul. Could it be… Did she regret it? Does Nora still care about me? But the next moment, she grabbed the doctor’s arm and urgently said: “Doctor, can you take his liver and kidneys too, to give to Declan?” 3. She confirmed that I was unconscious, sighed in relief, and continued: “Declan just told me his liver and kidneys have been damaged by years of medication. A new transplant would help him recover faster.” Listening to Nora’s casual words about taking my organs, it felt like my heart was being crushed in a juicer. Is this what she meant by loving me? She even planned for Declan’s post-surgery recovery, not wanting him to endure any discomfort. And what about me? The wedding and kids could wait and be sacrificed! A bitter smile spread from the corner of my mouth. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and silently selected the option to erase my memories. Keeping such feelings would only bring more pain. I’d rather remember nothing. From now on, I’ll live for myself! … I don’t know how much time passed. The strong smell of disinfectant forced my eyes open. A young nurse came over and adjusted my IV bottle. “You’re awake? How are you feeling?” “Alright, where am I?” The nurse frowned. “You’re in a hospital. You’ve been in a coma for a week.” A week? I tried to recall, but my memory was blank. Seeing my confusion, the nurse sighed, looking unsurprised: “All the other patients have family taking care of them, but you’ve had no one visiting for a week. Your bedside was as quiet as a morgue.” “Now that you’re awake, contact someone you know and get ready to pay the bills later.” I opened my phone, ready to contact my parents. A series of unread messages popped up, all from a man named “Declan Carter.” “Luke, the surgery was a success! Thanks to your organs, I survived! Love you, muah!” Attached was a photo of Nora nestled in his arms. “Nora made me soup today, so happy! Luke, take care of yourself too!” In the picture, Nora was feeding him steaming chicken soup. “Nora said she wants to take me out in the sun today, I’m so excited! Luke, when will you be discharged? Let’s go together!” Day after day, Declan Carter sent messages flaunting his relationship with Nora, his words filled with pride and provocation. I just frowned. Who’s this idiot? Why is he tagging me all the time? The woman in the photo looks nice, but is that worth boasting about? Nutcase! I muttered and blocked him without hesitation. But shortly after, the door to my hospital room swung open. It was Declan Carter and Nora. Declan rushed over, hugging me excitedly. “Luke, you’re finally awake! So you were in the room diagonally across? Why didn’t you say something earlier? I would’ve been here right away!” “After all, if not for you, I would’ve been dead!” His tone was exaggerated, his expression overly dramatic, calling me his lifesaver, though his eyes were full of disdain. I was speechless. Can’t this guy talk properly? Why act like a show-off? He’s been tagging and mocking me, and now he’s pretending to be a good guy? I coldly pushed him away. “Get lost, do I know you? You’re disgusting.” Declan was momentarily stunned, then a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he collapsed theatrically to the floor. “Oh no! Luke, I knew you’d be angry with me!” “Maybe I should just die!” He clutched his chest, acting as if he couldn’t breathe. Nora quickly supported him, comforting him: “Declan, don’t get worked up, the doctor said you’re still weak after surgery.” Then she turned to me, holding my hand, and earnestly advised: “Luke, I know you’re upset, but that’s all in the past.” “You’re fine now, isn’t that enough?” “Why push Declan? He’s just had surgery and is still weak.” I looked at this beautiful stranger in front of me, not feeling the slightest bit moved, only a vague sense of disgust. Who is this woman, doesn’t she get it? He fell on his own, how can she blame me? And how is he weak? He’s been up late every night tagging and provoking me. He seems perfectly fine! Before I could think further, Nora sighed and, holding my arm, earnestly said: “Alright, dear, no matter what, it’s all in the past.” “I know you probably won’t forgive me easily.” “So…” She paused, seemingly realizing something, and gently explained: “I came today to tell you a surprise.” With that, Nora took out a test report from her bag and looked at me lovingly. “Dear, I found out I’m pregnant. Weren’t you always asking for a child?” “You finally got your wish!” “Have you thought about a name?” “Right, before it shows, let’s quickly reschedule the wedding. It’ll be even more luxurious than what you planned.” “From now on, the three of us will live happily together, okay?” She placed one hand on her belly and held my hand with the other. Her gaze was tender, as if she was deeply in love with me. But I shook off her hand, looking at her with disdain. “A child?” “We don’t even know each other, where’s this child from?” “Is finding a sucker to take over the new trend now?”
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