I’d activated a Sickness Transmigration System. I woke up in the body of Kai Stone, the biological son of the affluent Stone family, who’d only been found and brought home half a year ago. Everyone adored Brandon, the adopted son of the family. My three sisters were terrified I’d try to take what they believed belonged to Brandon, so they constantly threw sarcastic jabs my way. My biological parents were scared my presence would upset Brandon, so they bent over backward, desperately trying to make it up to him. But they never once considered my feelings. Then, I was dying. Later, they found the diary I’d hidden beneath my pillow. They shattered. 0I’d activated a Sickness Transmigration System. On my very first day here, I was drenched in hot soup. The freshly made, steaming soup ran down my cheeks, over my neck, the vegetables rolling off my shirt and onto the floor. It burned. I stared at the girl in front of me, my face devoid of emotion. My dark eyes held not a single flicker. Everyone else was startled by her outburst too. Eleanor gasped, “Chloe, what are you doing?!” Chloe’s face showed a hint of regret, but the words that burst out were full of blame. “Well, he’s always got that lifeless expression! Brandon tried to talk to him, didn’t he hear?” Brandon, hearing this, looked guilt-ridden. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was because of me that…” He looked at me with an apologetic expression. “Chloe didn’t mean it. Kai, can I apologize to you for her?” Chloe immediately bristled. “Who does he think he is? He doesn’t deserve an apology from you! Brandon, why are you even bothering with him?” I let out a faint, cynical smile. I wondered what the original occupant of this body was to them, really. I watched Brandon, surrounded by my three sisters, impeccably dressed in a pristine white shirt, his hair perfectly styled. Meanwhile, I was stained yellow with hot soup, the greasy smell clinging to me, even without looking down. I ignored Brandon. I picked up the last carrot piece that had landed on my lap, swallowed it with the soup clinging to my lips. It didn’t taste like anything I’d ever eaten before. I stood up to leave. “I’m full. I’ll head back to my room now. Thank you.” Turning, I met Maria, the housekeeper’s, worried gaze and offered her a small smile. The dining table fell into a tense silence. Richard and Eleanor’s expressions were strained. Isabelle, the eldest sister, finally spoke, her voice low. “Chloe, you really went too far this time. Kai didn’t do anything.” In my original world, I was already dead. Late-stage stomach cancer, I died at eighteen. I was tortured to death by the pain. Completely alone. Aside from that carrot, I hadn’t eaten anything solid for almost three months. Perhaps the System pitied my wretchedness, so it brought me to this world. This body also has stomach cancer. But it hasn’t reached the terminal stage yet. The System told me the original boy had taken sleeping pills and ended his life today. Frequent abdominal pain coupled with coughing up blood had alerted him that something was terribly wrong with his body. But he was scared to speak up, afraid of bothering the Stone family, of making the relatives who already disliked him hate him even more, so he chose to simply leave this world. He was such a fool. The Stone family was ridiculously wealthy; with proper treatment, he could’ve had a chance. This family is truly ironic. My own flesh and blood, home for half a year, and they hadn’t even noticed I was sick. Perhaps he was luckier than me. At sixteen, he was brought back home by his biological parents. Perhaps he was even unluckier than me. He left before ever experiencing a single ounce of unconditional love. The System fell silent. “My arrival seems to have worsened the body’s symptoms?” Feeling the metallic taste of blood in my throat, I asked the System. The System replied, “Yes. Just like your original body, you might… by 18.” “But if you cooperate with treatment…” I cut in, my voice flat. “No treatment.” It doesn’t matter. I’m going to die anyway. Besides, I don’t want to live. 0
In the middle of the night, the abdominal pain became unbearable, and I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It felt like I was back in my previous life. Curled up, eyes wide open, waiting for dawn, night after night. There was nothing in my room. Parched, I stumbled downstairs in the dark, desperate for water. Only to find Jocelyn, my second sister, in the living room. Jocelyn was a professional e-sports player, so it wasn’t unusual for her to be awake at two or three in the morning. Clearly, Jocelyn noticed me too. She glared at me, her expression grim. Jocelyn was the most quiet and reserved person in the Stone family. The original Kai had been home for half a year and never once seen her look at him kindly. I ignored her. It was probably just my presence that annoyed her. I hunched over and made my way to the kitchen. Unbeknownst to me, Jocelyn was startled by my appearance. Under the dim night light of the living room, she clearly saw me, drenched in sweat from the pain, my lips deathly pale. Except for the abnormal redness of my scalded cheek, the rest of my face was frighteningly white. But I was already accustomed to the unnatural paleness caused by constant pain, so I didn’t pay it any mind. I leaned on the sink, trying to rest, but the next second, a metallic taste flooded my mouth, and I vomited blood. “Ugh.” I choked back tears from the sheer misery. Movement came from the kitchen doorway. Jocelyn had followed me in. I quickly turned on the faucet to rinse the blood from the sink, then cupped my hands under the tap and drank a few gulps of cold water. Then Jocelyn’s deep voice cut through the silence: “If you’re going to drink water, drink warm water. Cold water can upset your stomach.” I mumbled a soft “mm-hmm,” keeping my head down, trying to get past her. The original Kai had barely exchanged a few words with Jocelyn, and I had no desire to get entangled with this family either. But then Jocelyn grabbed my wrist. I turned my head to look at her, my voice hoarse. “Jocelyn, is there something wrong?” Up close, Jocelyn could see the burns on my face even more clearly. She frowned, silent for a moment. “Why haven’t you treated that burn on your face?” I watched her, detecting what seemed like impatience on her face. I figured she just thought it was some pathetic ploy for attention. I pulled my wrist free, nodded vaguely. “Yeah, I’m heading back now.” Too close for comfort, Jocelyn flipped on the light, then frowned and stepped closer to the sink. Though the bloodstains had been diluted, she still keenly spotted the faint reddish streaks that the water hadn’t completely washed away… The next morning, as I went downstairs, I bumped into Chloe right at the bottom of the staircase. She was the one who held the most animosity towards the original Kai. She and Brandon were similar in age and shared the deepest bond. Perhaps she was just too young, only understanding that the brother she’d doted on and protected since childhood had suddenly been replaced. That this ‘new’ person, who had just been found, was here to steal everything from Brandon. She took all her resentment out on her biological brother. She resented him for disrupting their original life, unaware that the original Kai was the most innocent one of all. Chloe glanced at the obvious scald on my face, her eyes darting away. She deliberately didn’t speak to me, waiting for me to greet her first. But I didn’t even spare her a glance, simply walked around her and left. Richard said, his face cold, “You’re old enough to treat a minor burn yourself, aren’t you? What kind of image does this present when you go out?” Richard was a traditional patriarch, more concerned with business interests than family bonds. He was probably just worried that I’d embarrass him if I went out looking like this. After all, the original Kai had only been home for half a year, had average grades, and offered no ‘utility’ to the family. Eleanor wore a disapproving expression too. I scoffed inwardly. If it had been Brandon, he’d probably have been rushed to the hospital the moment it happened. Yet last night, not a single person bothered to ask if I was burned. Or if I was still hungry after eating so little. Their favoritism truly knew no bounds. “There’s no first-aid kit in my room.” Now it was the Stone family’s turn to fall silent. Of course, the master bedrooms in the Stone family mansion were fully equipped with everything. But after bringing the original Kai home, they’d put their biological son in a guest room. Guest rooms naturally had very few amenities. The original Kai even had to use a shared bathroom. Not one person had ever suggested moving him to a proper room. Eleanor looked at her son’s flushed face, so similar to her own, and a flicker of panic crossed her heart. If it were Brandon, even a tiny injury would have the whole family doting on him. But when it came to me, I suffered in silence. I was just not as ‘lovable’ as Brandon. Chloe stubbornly said, “If you don’t say anything, how are we supposed to know it’s serious?” A throbbing pain started in my upper abdomen, and I involuntarily hunched over. A metallic taste of blood flooded my throat again. I tugged on my backpack strap, my voice hoarse. “I’m going to school now.” Chloe frowned. It felt like a trick of her mind, but Kai’s posture seemed…off… 0
After the original Kai was found, he transferred to Chloe and Brandon’s school. But Brandon didn’t want the original Kai to share a ride with him, terrified that someone would discover he wasn’t a biological Stone. The original Kai always went to school alone. Over the past six months, thanks to Brandon’s subtle hints, he’d endured no small amount of bullying. But that poor kid endured it all in silence. He probably knew that even if he spoke up, no one would care. And his family would never believe Brandon had incited it. The moment I pulled my textbook from my desk, I saw a fake cockroach taped to the cover. The group waiting to see me squirm were already secretly covering their smirking mouths. If it were the original Kai, he would have definitely suffered in silence. But for me, dealing with these kinds of issues was routine. I just wanted to quietly wait for death here, but if they insisted on provoking me, I wasn’t some pushover they could walk all over. I snatched up the textbook with the cockroach and walked towards the girl who was closest and enjoying the show. I slammed the textbook against her face. Before she could even shriek, I dumped out all the books from her desk and found an identical textbook. The original Kai’s image in class had always been quiet and unassuming, never speaking up. Today, with my flushed face, I drew the silent attention of many classmates. Now, with my usual lack of presence, I was causing such a commotion. The classroom instantly fell silent. The girl recovered from her shock and lunged at me like a madwoman. I grabbed her hair, my voice ice-cold. “What happened before, I’ll let it go. But don’t you dare mess with me again.” With that, I shoved her away and returned to my seat, slumping over my desk. Not only was my stomach burning, but I also felt a faint nausea, like I was about to throw up. My forehead remained furrowed in pain, unable to relax. This isn’t right. It shouldn’t have progressed this quickly. This was already the advanced stage. The next moment, a warm hand firmly grasped my arm. Harper was suddenly by my desk, her brow furrowed, her voice low but laced with an undeniable authority. “Get up. I’ll help you to the infirmary.” I tried to pull away, but realized I didn’t even have the strength to stand. My body uncontrollably slumped against her. “Don’t try to be tough,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. Just as we stumbled out of the classroom, Chloe rushed forward, blocking our path, her face twisted in fury. She saw me, tightly supported by Harper, almost leaning on her, and her face grew even colder. Her words were like daggers. “Kai Stone, what are you doing? Class is about to start, and you’re out here messing around with a girl!” “See? No class, no class at all. You’ll never be anything like Brandon.” My heart suddenly twisted in a sharp pain. Emotions that weren’t mine flooded my chest, dense and overwhelming. The pain intensified. A metallic taste filled my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I quickly bowed my head. Harper felt my sudden intensified trembling and the increased weight against her. She lifted her head, her gaze sharp as daggers, piercing Chloe. Her voice was ice-cold: “Are your eyes just for show? Can’t you see he can barely stand? Get out of the way!” She didn’t bother with Chloe anymore, moving one slow step at a time towards the infirmary. Each step was accompanied by a suppressed groan in my throat and the excruciating, tearing pain in my stomach. She turned her head slightly, quickly glancing at my paper-white, sweat-drenched face. A rare tension laced her voice: “Hang in there. We’re almost there.” Just as we reached the infirmary door, I finally couldn’t hold it in. I shoved her away violently and lunged for a corner trash can. “Ugh—” I hadn’t eaten anything all morning, so all that came out was acidic fluid mixed with blood from my stomach. Some of it splashed onto Harper’s clean shoes. I clung to the edge of the trash can, so weak I almost collapsed, but I watched Harper step forward without hesitation, firmly supporting my arm again, as if the stark filth didn’t exist. She didn’t say a word. Instead, with her free hand, she very naturally, with just her fingertips, gently wiped away the lingering traces of blood and water from my mouth. The movement was so quick it almost felt like an illusion, yet the touch was searingly clear. The school nurse rushed over, hearing the commotion. Harper quickly and concisely explained, “He suddenly has severe abdominal pain, can’t stand, just threw up, and there’s blood.” She helped me onto the infirmary bed, watched me lie down, then took half a step back. Through my blurry vision, I saw her silhouette standing by the bed, slightly out of breath. 0
The school nurse put ointment on my face and hooked me up to an IV drip of glucose. “Young man, why are you throwing up blood? Do you have any medical history?” The school nurse advised me to get a thorough check-up at the hospital, just to be safe. I thanked him, explaining it was just because I hadn’t eaten breakfast. I didn’t need a check-up; I already knew this body’s condition. In my mind, I asked the System why this was happening. The System’s mechanical voice quietly responded. “Because the original host’s consciousness is fading faster.” Meaning he wants to leave this world quickly, right? The System was silent. I gave a knowing, bitter smile. The original host was adopted by his grandmother. When his grandmother found him as an infant, he was stiff with cold in the ice and snow, his tiny body purple. She thought he was already frozen to death, but then saw a tiny finger twitch. When he was five, his grandmother passed away. The original host was sent to an orphanage by the neighbors. Later, he was taken in by the Stone family, but he never received proper care. So now, the original host wanted to go find his grandmother, the only one who ever loved him… Perhaps it was the pain, or perhaps it was for the original host. My eyes grew moist, and I stared blankly at the ceiling. In that moment, I wanted to hold him tightly, the him deep within this soul. I realized Harper was still there and hastily wiped my eyes. I pressed my lips together. “Thank you for bringing me here.” In my last life, facing so much malice, I always fought alone. Now, faced with Harper, who had helped me, I felt a little lost. And I’d just thrown up on her… Harper raised an eyebrow. “Well, as repayment, how about you bring me breakfast from now on?” I hesitated. I didn’t want to get too involved with anyone. Harper looked at my faded canvas shoes, then quickly added. “What? Your gratitude isn’t just empty words, is it?” I sighed, having no choice but to nod in agreement. After school, I planned to go to the hospital. My body’s condition would only worsen. I needed to get some painkillers. The original host had a card, given to him by Isabelle as compensation when he first came home. If regular painkillers worked, I wouldn’t even bother going to the hospital. Gastroenterology department at the hospital. Dr. Alex Liu was young. Perhaps seeing me as a younger brother, he gently asked what was bothering me. In that instant, I actually felt like crying. Such genuine concern—I’d never known it in either of my lives. I managed a weak smile. “Could you please prescribe some morphine?” The doctor froze, unable to believe his ears. The young man in front of him was barely of school age, yet he was asking for morphine. I continued, “If not, OxyContin, Fentanyl—anything strong will do.” Dr. Alex Liu choked, his face etched with reproach. “What kind of illness do you have, young man? Have you been examined? You can’t just take random medication.” “Stomach cancer, advanced stage,” I answered, my tone light, but serious. His expression instantly froze, and he even seemed a little agitated. “How is that possible? You’re so young! Which hospital? Which quack doctor diagnosed you?! Do you want me to report them?” The doctor’s expression was so amusing, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “I’ve already been diagnosed. It’s just been getting more painful lately. Could you please prescribe some painkillers?” Dr. Alex Liu looked at the young man’s genuine expression, his heart sinking. “Do your family know?” “You’re so young, why aren’t you fighting for treatment?” I sighed. This was one of the reasons I didn’t want to come to the hospital. I resorted to playing the victim card. “My family knows. It’s just… we don’t have the money. And I have several older sisters, so… no treatment.” Dr. Alex Liu looked as if he wanted to say more, but in the end, he remained silent. I left the hospital with my medication. Unaware that Harper had followed me the whole way. 0
Harper hid behind the door, a chill running through her body. After school, Harper watched Kai stumble out of the school gates, worried he might collapse halfway. After all, they’d been sharing homework for half a year. On a strange impulse, she followed him. Before she knew it, she’d followed him to the hospital. She was actually about to leave, but a powerful wave of emotion stopped her. Only to hear that Kai had stomach cancer. No wonder… he was coughing up blood. Harper felt a pang of guilt, even wanting to slap herself. She’d bullied him for half a year. She was a terrible person! Beyond that, there was a dense, overwhelming ache in her heart… When I got home, I planned to pack a few simple outfits and move into the school dorms. But I found my things had already been moved. Maria said, “Kai, Eleanor has moved you to a different room.” “It’s on the same floor as Brandon, the one on the far east side. She said it was so you and Brandon could build a stronger bond.” Maria looked at me with pity. The Stone family’s favoritism truly knew no bounds. Brandon had practically the entire third floor to himself, yet they’d given me just one room, the farthest east one. Hah. I found it laughable, for the original host. Was this arrangement meant to warn me that my status in this family would never measure up to Brandon’s? But it didn’t matter anymore. Anyway, I was moving into the dorms. At most, I’d only be in this world for another six months. The daily, unrelenting pain reminded me. The original host’s desire to escape this family, to escape this world, was overwhelmingly powerful. At the dinner table, I informed Richard and Eleanor that I intended to live in the dorms. The family, who had just been chatting and laughing, instantly fell silent. Eleanor frowned. “Why on earth would you want to live in the dorms? Don’t you like the room I arranged for you today?” She then had a sudden realization, assuming Kai had complained to Maria, and said impatiently: “Don’t be so envious. Brandon has lived in his room for sixteen years.” “You’ve only been here a short while, don’t compare yourself to Brandon about everything. If you really want, we can get a decorator to renovate your room in a bit.” Richard’s face was even more sour. “Why can’t you be half as considerate as Brandon? What will people say if they find out that my prestigious Stone family sends its son to live in the dorms? It would make us a laughingstock!” Chloe, remembering the girl who had helped him today, suddenly felt annoyed and spoke without thinking. “Could it be so you can sneak off and date some girl?”
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