Chapter 1
I am a Tasker. The System promised me that if I could win the heart of my target, I could bring my beloved back from the dead.
And so, I poured every ounce of my soul into melting the cold heart of the villain, Damian Koepp. I didn’t care that he killed me
ninety–nine times.
On my one–hundredth attempt, Damian, in a bid to amuse his cherished Sarah, threw me to a sadist.
“You can’t die anyway,” he’d said with a smirk. “Make Sarah laugh, and I might just do you the honor of marrying you.”
What he didn’t know was that the System had a hidden rule. After one hundred attempts, successful or not, my love would be resu-
rrected.
And I would vanish from his world, without a trace.
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[Host has died 99 times. Hidden
protocol initiated. Upon 100th death at the hands of the target, reward will be automatical-
lý dispatched: Resurrection of Jean White.]
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on a cold floor, the large pools of my own blood already dried and blackened.
I came to this world for one reason: to resurrect my love, Jean White, by completing the task set before me–winning the heart of
Damian Koepp.
I was an orphan. No one had ever loved me until Jean pulled me from the darkness. So when the System told me that conquering Damian’s heart was the key to bringing Jean back, I agreed without a moment’s hesitation.
I gave Damian everything. I laid my heart bare for him, and even when he tortured me, I showed him nothing but unwavering devot-
ion.
Damian knew I was
a
Tasker. He knew I would be reborn after every death, so he used that knowledge to inflict every cruelty imag-
inable, showing me not a shred of mercy.
the runway with a look of profound affection, all while humiliating me as if I were a dog at his feet. I simply sat there, silent and still, letting his words
wash over me, refusing to leave his side.
For my ninety–ninth life, he dragged me to a fashion show for his beloved Sarah Vance. He gazed at her on
Halfway through the show, the ceiling suddenly gave way. A shower of glass rained down upon us.
Without a thought, I threw myself on top of Damian, letting the shards pierce my back.
But he shoved me off violently, scrambling to the side of Sarah, who was completely unharmed.
The entire venue emptied out, but no one spared me a second glance. A piece of glass was lodged deep in my heart. I welcomed The entire venue emptied out, but no one spared me a second glance. A piec my ninety–ninth death.
It was alright. After this rebirth, I only had to die one more time. Then, I could finally have Jean back.
I had barely managed to pull myself to my feet when Damian’s call came through.
“Are you awake yet?” he barked. “Sarah and I are at City Central Hospit
Make some broth and bring it over. Now.“A
His voice dripped with impatience, as if every word spoken to me was a chore. The fact that I had just died for him didn’t move him
in the slightest.
struggled to my feet and drove home. Without even changing out of my filthy, blood–stained clothes, I started making the soup. Dardian was always like this, demanding that any food I brought him be made by my own hands. If he found even the slightest flaw,
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Damian was always like this, demanding that any food I brought him be made by my own hands. If he found even the slightest flaw, he would throw the entire container, soup and all, in my face. During my sixty–seventh life, he’d scalded me so badly that a large scar marred my face. He didn’t care. In fact, he led the jeering.
“What does it matter?” he’d sneered. “The next time you die, it’ll all reset anyway.
Carrying the thermos, I hurried to the hospital. I found Damian tenderly caring for Sarah as
me, his brow furrowed in disgust.
“You didn’t even change? What if you bring germs in here?”
he lay in her bed, The moment he saw
Sarah gently patted his hand, then offered me an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Nina. Damian is just so worried about me.” She was pretending to defend me, but the mockery and contempt in her eyes were crystal clear.
Damian snatched the thermos from me. He opened it, ladled out a spoonful of soup, blew on it,
and carefully fed it to Sarah.
She had barely swallowed when she began to cough violently. Damian panicked, patting her back frantically. After a few minutes, Sarah finally calmed down, her eyes misty as she glanced at the thermos.
“I’m allergic to lemon.”
ཕམ་མི་མེད་ད་ས་ན་ད་དང་ནད་སྐད་དལ་ཞན་ཚ་དང་
I stood frozen, staring at her. I knew her dietary restrictions better than her pri
ent, that she was allergic to lemon, there was nothing I could do.
private physician. But if she decided, in this very mom-
Damian spun around, his face contorted in rage. He flung the scalding soup di at mus
think if you get rid of Sarah, you can take her place?”
at my face. “Are you trying
to
The searing heat felt like it was peeling my skin off. I bit my lip, fighting back the agony, and slowly explained, “I’m
kill her? What, you
It didn’t matter what I said. Damian would never believe me. It was better this way. A quick death at his hands, and I could finally go
home.
Sarah watched my pathetic state with a triumphant smirk before melting back into a damsel in distress, tugging on Damian’s slee- ve. “That’s enough, Damian. Nina didn’t mean it.”
Damian shot me a cold, hard look. “Clean it up.”
I knelt, my hands scraping against the broken glass on the floor, gathering the shards of the shattered thermos as if I couldn’t feel
the pain.
For some reason, Damian’s mood soured even further. He roughly yanked me to my feet. “Can’t you use a dustpan? Who are you putting on this pathetic act for?”
He shoved me aside and called for a janitor.
Seeing Damian standing next to me, Sarah’s brow tightened for a moment before she quickly changed the subject. “Oh, by the way, Damian, you haven’t told Nina about the dress for the exhibition, have you?”
Damian glanced at me, then spoke slowly. “Sarah needs a custom hand–embroidered gown for next month’s gala. You’ll have it done in the next few days.”
My embroidery skills were taught by a master artisan, refined and exquisite. But this kind of intricate consuming and strained the eyes. In my forty–sixth life, I had worked day and night on
Damian knew this. But he didn’t care.
comment he’d made. The exhaustion and eye strain had been so severe that I’d died never fully recovered. The doctor had warned me to avoid such detailed work.
in
hi work was incredibly time-
piece
all because of an offhand
sleep. When I was reborn, my vision had
10
I looked at him, my gaze soft, my eyes filled with nothing but pure, absolute love. “Of
CO
do
Damian froze, seemingly caught off guard by the look in my eyes. He turned his head away awkwardly. “After you finish Sarah’s
I’ll take
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gown, I’ll take you abroad to see a specialist.”
“It’s okay, Damian,” I said softly. “I’d do anything for you. You don’t need to feel guilty.”
Damian stared into my genuine eyes, and for the first time, a flicker of something–perhaps emotion–stirred in his cold, merciless
gaze.
I, however, had no time to worry about whether he’d actually take me to a doctor. Once I left this world, none of it would matter. My eyes would be the least of my concerns.
Damian’s lips parted as if to say more, but from the bed, Sarah let out a pained whimper, clutching her head. “Damian…”
He instantly turned his full attention to her, completely forgetting I was even in the room. I had no interest in staying anyway. I rétu- rned to my apartment and immediately began working on Sarah’s gown. If I was lucky, I’d die from overexertion, just like last time.
I couldn’t wait to see Jean. I had been away from him for far, far too long.
