At that critical moment, the system's voice trembled.
It screamed with an artificial intelligence tinged with pure human fear.
[Andrew, wait… stop! This isn't in line with the plot. If you kill yourself now, you will die and I will die with you, and everything ends. You will not be revived again. Stop this now… please, just this last time, complete the hundredth round and everything will end, I promise!]
"Won't I be revived again?" Andrew muttered these words, and for the first time in centuries, a strange warmth seeped into his dead heart.
These words were the prize he had longed for.
For this absurdity to end.
Death did not frighten him; he had tasted its bitterness ninety-nine times, and each time the end had been harsher and more humiliating than the one before.
He had endured every form of torment.
Mentally, he had become a block of ice, moving through the plot like a mindless machine.
Physically, not an inch of his soul remained untouched by heroes, heroines, or even those who were supposed to be his family.
He had grown accustomed to pain until it became part of his very being. So would death now, waving like a lifeline, scare him?
Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!
Andrew blew his own head apart amid the system's pleas. But he didn't stop; he began firing round after round, his eyes carrying a cold, sorrowful… yet strangely happy smile.
Sad because he could not take revenge on all who had harmed him, happy because he would no longer face humiliation, no longer be tortured again.
His body fell to the floor, blood spreading across the ground.
But suddenly, something strange happened…
A blue light appeared, consuming everything around him, emanating from Andrew's apartment…
Then vanished completely, leaving behind a cold, silent void.
---
Losfinta City – Public Park
A tall young man stood, clad in a black coat and black jeans, leaning against a tree trunk.
His eyes were closed, his features sharp, his striking handsomeness so captivating that passing women stole glances, curiosity mingled with envy at the perfect symmetry of his face.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brows tightly, his eyelids quivering before opening them slowly.
He scanned his surroundings, and in a single second, the bitter truth struck him.
"Aha… the same thing again. Damn it, did I really think this nightmare would end?" he muttered bitterly.
But before he could succumb to his usual despair, a transparent blue screen appeared before his eyes.
[Plot Server System Destroyed]
[Daily Login System Activated]
Andrew's eyes widened, his heart pounding so fiercely it seemed it might burst from his chest.
Had he truly broken the plot?
Had that system, which had bound him and forced him to play the weak villain, finally ended?
The thought that he could now take revenge on the heroines without feeling heart-tearing pain or plot constraints sent a cold, dark happiness coursing through him.
He began reading the new system's details carefully.
It was extremely simple.
Daily login at midnight, guaranteed rewards, and the possibility to upgrade the system in the future.
No missions, no forced tasks…
Finally, he felt the world beginning to smile at him.
He closed his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips—a smile his face had not worn for countless lives…
"Hahaha… I did it… I finally broke the curse." He whispered hoarsely. "Heroines… hero… my dear family… all who made me suffer in those ninety-nine lives, wait. You will now see the true villain. I am not a third-tier villain meant to be defeated; I will show you pure evil, but in my way."
He had sworn this since his second death, and now, at last, he held the key.
"Log in," he said firmly.
[Login Successful]
[Ding]
[Lamborghini Veneno Coupe, valued at over $4 million.]
[Luxury apartment, 310 square meters, Crystal Park Complex, valued at $9 million.]
[Documents are in the car's storage; for the apartment, please consult Beliscop Urban Development Office.]
[Time remaining until next login: 6 hours]
These things did not impress him; he had lived in wealth in previous lives.
And despite that luxurious life, he had found no real pleasure in anything.
There was no true joy, no moment of satisfaction, only constant pain and endless torment.
Now, he would possess the money and power to destroy those who had destroyed him.
At the same time, he wanted to enjoy this life to the fullest.
He checked his pocket and found the car keys. At that moment, his phone vibrated with an unknown number.
He pressed the answer button.
"Hello… Mr. Andrew??" came a soft, nervous female voice.
"Who is this?" he replied coldly.
"We are from Beliscop Urban Development… we hope you will honor us with your presence…" she spoke with utmost respect.
"Fine… I'll come," he said, hanging up.
He had reached the stage where he hated all types of women,
For they had been the cause of his long suffering.
The woman informed him that his presence was required to sign papers and collect the apartment keys.
He finally decided to visit them.
On the other end of the line was Jane, an employee at Beliscop, wearing a sleek black suit that flowed smoothly over her figure.
She stood about 1.67 meters tall, but her high heels added extra height.
She wore glasses that added a touch of grace and elegance to her features.
Yet her beauty and poise drew attention inescapably.
Her features were harmonious, her eyes sharp and deep, reflecting confidence and composure.
Her smile was gentle, yet carried a seductive charm, making all who saw her feel awe and respect simultaneously.
But at that moment, she felt fear and unease.
Despite dealing daily with many wealthy clients, the tone of this man inspired an inexplicable terror within her.
She sensed the coldness of his voice, his annoyance at her call, and fear crept into her heart.
Stranger still, he had paid nine million dollars—the price of the most expensive apartment in the complex—in seconds, at the push of a button, before even seeing the contract.
From her experience, she knew he was no ordinary person.
"Jane, did you reach Mr. Andrew? What did he say? Will he come?" the office manager shouted sharply, trying to mask his tension.
"Yes, sir. He said he would come, but didn't specify a precise time."
The manager muttered to himself as he looked at the bank transfer screen: "What kind of person is this? Paid 9 million dollars in the blink of an eye…"
The system had caused chaos in Beliscop's corridors; even senior executives were shocked at the audacity and speed of this mysterious client who appeared from nowhere.
---
Andrew walked calmly through the park paths, each step filling him with a strange sense of freedom.
For a whole century, his movements had been constrained by invisible threads, like a puppet following a prewritten script.
But now, for the first time, his body obeyed only him.
Passersby's eyes lingered; he was strikingly handsome, and some women stared with obvious admiration.
But Andrew paid no mind to their glances, continuing calmly, for he had many matters to attend.
He wanted to enjoy his new life, while also ensuring the heroines would not live happily.
He was not ready to let them enjoy life after all he had endured.
At the park exit, a red Lamborghini Veneno Coupe stood, its design aggressive, like a fighter jet.
It stood out among other cars like a predator among sheep.
Andrew approached it, took the key from his pocket, and pressed it; the side doors lifted upwards like the wings of a giant bird.
He sat behind the wheel, inhaling the scent of fine leather.
He placed his hand on the dashboard and muttered coldly: "Life one hundred… will be very different."
He pressed the ignition; the engine roared with a force that shook the street, drawing the attention of everyone around, awe and fear mingling in their gaze.
He sped off, leaving a trail of dense smoke, heading toward Beliscop Urban Development to claim his second reward from the system.
System Destruction
At that critical moment, the system's voice trembled.
It screamed with an artificial intelligence tinged with pure human fear.
[Andrew, wait… stop! This isn't in line with the plot. If you kill yourself now, you will die and I will die with you, and everything ends. You will not be revived again. Stop this now… please, just this last time, complete the hundredth round and everything will end, I promise!]
"Won't I be revived again?" Andrew muttered these words, and for the first time in centuries, a strange warmth seeped into his dead heart.
These words were the prize he had longed for.
For this absurdity to end.
Death did not frighten him; he had tasted its bitterness ninety-nine times, and each time the end had been harsher and more humiliating than the one before.
He had endured every form of torment.
Mentally, he had become a block of ice, moving through the plot like a mindless machine.
Physically, not an inch of his soul remained untouched by heroes, heroines, or even those who were supposed to be his family.
He had grown accustomed to pain until it became part of his very being. So would death now, waving like a lifeline, scare him?
Boom!!! Boom!!! Boom!!!
Andrew blew his own head apart amid the system's pleas. But he didn't stop; he began firing round after round, his eyes carrying a cold, sorrowful… yet strangely happy smile.
Sad because he could not take revenge on all who had harmed him, happy because he would no longer face humiliation, no longer be tortured again.
His body fell to the floor, blood spreading across the ground.
But suddenly, something strange happened…
A blue light appeared, consuming everything around him, emanating from Andrew's apartment…
Then vanished completely, leaving behind a cold, silent void.
---
Losfinta City – Public Park
A tall young man stood, clad in a black coat and black jeans, leaning against a tree trunk.
His eyes were closed, his features sharp, his striking handsomeness so captivating that passing women stole glances, curiosity mingled with envy at the perfect symmetry of his face.
Suddenly, he furrowed his brows tightly, his eyelids quivering before opening them slowly.
He scanned his surroundings, and in a single second, the bitter truth struck him.
"Aha… the same thing again. Damn it, did I really think this nightmare would end?" he muttered bitterly.
But before he could succumb to his usual despair, a transparent blue screen appeared before his eyes.
[Plot Server System Destroyed]
[Daily Login System Activated]
Andrew's eyes widened, his heart pounding so fiercely it seemed it might burst from his chest.
Had he truly broken the plot?
Had that system, which had bound him and forced him to play the weak villain, finally ended?
The thought that he could now take revenge on the heroines without feeling heart-tearing pain or plot constraints sent a cold, dark happiness coursing through him.
He began reading the new system's details carefully.
It was extremely simple.
Daily login at midnight, guaranteed rewards, and the possibility to upgrade the system in the future.
No missions, no forced tasks…
Finally, he felt the world beginning to smile at him.
He closed his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips—a smile his face had not worn for countless lives…
"Hahaha… I did it… I finally broke the curse." He whispered hoarsely. "Heroines… hero… my dear family… all who made me suffer in those ninety-nine lives, wait. You will now see the true villain. I am not a third-tier villain meant to be defeated; I will show you pure evil, but in my way."
He had sworn this since his second death, and now, at last, he held the key.
"Log in," he said firmly.
[Login Successful]
[Ding]
[Lamborghini Veneno Coupe, valued at over $4 million.]
[Luxury apartment, 310 square meters, Crystal Park Complex, valued at $9 million.]
[Documents are in the car's storage; for the apartment, please consult Beliscop Urban Development Office.]
[Time remaining until next login: 6 hours]
These things did not impress him; he had lived in wealth in previous lives.
And despite that luxurious life, he had found no real pleasure in anything.
There was no true joy, no moment of satisfaction, only constant pain and endless torment.
Now, he would possess the money and power to destroy those who had destroyed him.
At the same time, he wanted to enjoy this life to the fullest.
He checked his pocket and found the car keys. At that moment, his phone vibrated with an unknown number.
He pressed the answer button.
"Hello… Mr. Andrew??" came a soft, nervous female voice.
"Who is this?" he replied coldly.
"We are from Beliscop Urban Development… we hope you will honor us with your presence…" she spoke with utmost respect.
"Fine… I'll come," he said, hanging up.
He had reached the stage where he hated all types of women,
For they had been the cause of his long suffering.
The woman informed him that his presence was required to sign papers and collect the apartment keys.
He finally decided to visit them.
On the other end of the line was Jane, an employee at Beliscop, wearing a sleek black suit that flowed smoothly over her figure.
She stood about 1.67 meters tall, but her high heels added extra height.
She wore glasses that added a touch of grace and elegance to her features.
Yet her beauty and poise drew attention inescapably.
Her features were harmonious, her eyes sharp and deep, reflecting confidence and composure.
Her smile was gentle, yet carried a seductive charm, making all who saw her feel awe and respect simultaneously.
But at that moment, she felt fear and unease.
Despite dealing daily with many wealthy clients, the tone of this man inspired an inexplicable terror within her.
She sensed the coldness of his voice, his annoyance at her call, and fear crept into her heart.
Stranger still, he had paid nine million dollars—the price of the most expensive apartment in the complex—in seconds, at the push of a button, before even seeing the contract.
From her experience, she knew he was no ordinary person.
"Jane, did you reach Mr. Andrew? What did he say? Will he come?" the office manager shouted sharply, trying to mask his tension.
"Yes, sir. He said he would come, but didn't specify a precise time."
The manager muttered to himself as he looked at the bank transfer screen: "What kind of person is this? Paid 9 million dollars in the blink of an eye…"
The system had caused chaos in Beliscop's corridors; even senior executives were shocked at the audacity and speed of this mysterious client who appeared from nowhere.
---
Andrew walked calmly through the park paths, each step filling him with a strange sense of freedom.
For a whole century, his movements had been constrained by invisible threads, like a puppet following a prewritten script.
But now, for the first time, his body obeyed only him.
Passersby's eyes lingered; he was strikingly handsome, and some women stared with obvious admiration.
But Andrew paid no mind to their glances, continuing calmly, for he had many matters to attend.
He wanted to enjoy his new life, while also ensuring the heroines would not live happily.
He was not ready to let them enjoy life after all he had endured.
At the park exit, a red Lamborghini Veneno Coupe stood, its design aggressive, like a fighter jet.
It stood out among other cars like a predator among sheep.
Andrew approached it, took the key from his pocket, and pressed it; the side doors lifted upwards like the wings of a giant bird.
He sat behind the wheel, inhaling the scent of fine leather.
He placed his hand on the dashboard and muttered coldly: "Life one hundred… will be very different."
He pressed the ignition; the engine roared with a force that shook the street, drawing the attention of everyone around, awe and fear mingling in their gaze.
He sped off, leaving a trail of dense smoke, heading toward Beliscop Urban Development to claim his second reward from the system.