Von Ryker quickly entered the bathroom, locked the door, and escaped by jumping out of the window. He should not be seriously injured. Sera Frost's home was on the second floor.
He was standing on the tiles, his body hanging on the edge of the window, when suddenly his foot touched something.
...
Is there a hidden compartment?
Von Ryker stopped climbing out the window and opened the hidden compartment under the tiles.
He found a pile of surgical instruments, anesthetics, and other items in a toolbox, as well as a diagnosis notice. ...
[Erivas First People's Hospital:]
[Patient Sera Frost is currently receiving intermittent treatment at our hospital. Despite our aggressive treatment efforts, her condition is deteriorating, and a critical condition notice has been issued.]
[This is to inform you of the possible consequences...]
[...]
[...In conclusion, the patient voluntarily opted to forgo chemotherapy and was discharged from the hospital.]
[Patient Signature: Sera Frost]
...
A brief diagnosis notification.
Von Ryker stared at the thin sheet of paper, his hands trembling.
...So that's how it is.
Because her terminal illness had progressed to the late stage, Sera Frost wanted to entrust Anna Vane, who was the vice president of the hospital, to perform surgery using his heart as an organ source to prolong her life.
That's why he died before.
Although this surgery seems to lack scientific basis, people on the verge of death will fight tooth and nail for it when they see the last straw.
She wanted to kill him, to use his vibrant life to support the rest of her life.
He stared at the paper and suddenly smelled a familiar, alluring fragrance. The scent appeared abruptly, catching him completely off guard. ...Now.
...He became even more certain of Sera Frost's intentions.
His eyes grew heavy, and then his breathing became increasingly rapid...
Before he lost consciousness, he saw the bathroom door being pushed open, and saw Sera Frost with an indifferent expression... and behind her, Vice President Anna Vane holding a scalpel.
In the end, all that could be heard was their conversation:
"Sera Frost, this is a private surgery, so I lack a lot of medical equipment and the preoperative examinations are relatively weak."
"Time is of the essence. We still need to dispose of the body afterward. Let's hurry while he's unconscious..."
That silver-white scalpel was dazzlingly bright. He didn't know how much time had passed, nor where he had been moved, when the weapon pierced his chest, and bright red blood flowed past his peripheral vision, taking his life.
...
[You are dead...]
... In the afternoon sunlight, the shade of the trees scattered fragmented halos of light.
A college student, dressed in ordinary clothes, stood under a tree on the street, the screen in his hand glowing.
[Sera Frost: Von Ryker, there's my birthday party tonight, don't be late!]
"Whoosh!"
The water splashed from the car next to him was soaked all over him.
"Damn it! It's flying so fast, is it in a hurry to be reborn?" A pedestrian who was also splashed with water cursed.
"..." Von Ryker's breath was constantly choked.
Only then did the air flow in from the outside, cooling his chest.
After this death, he chose the first scene, which is [Save Time 1 - Afternoon Street], returning to the time when he was waiting for the bus in the afternoon.
"..." He touched his waist and felt the cold touch of the dagger he carried.
He quickly hailed a taxi and drove home. During the ride, he asked several classmates, who all said there was no such thing as a class beauty party.
"Brother Ryker, you haven't been staying up too late, have you?" his best friend Graves said. "I've told you to order less takeout and avoid those pink websites..."
"I didn't see it," Von Ryker said.
He wasn't close to his high school classmates beforehand, so he hadn't found out anything beforehand. It turned out that Sera Frost had only invited him to this gathering.
His memory lingered in that living room, where a dim fire seemed to flicker.
His skin was deathly pale, his cheeks were flushed, and there was the scalpel plunged into his chest...
"Is there a personal panel?" he asked tentatively. A blue screen suddenly appeared in front of him.
[Personal Profile]
Name: Von Ryker
Number: BE3030
Rank: Tier 1, Level 1 (Initial Rank)
Honors: Vacant
Achievement: Vacant
Occupation: Not obtained
Skills: Vacant
Health Points: 500 (This is for reference only and does not represent a fixed value)
Mana: 100 + 10 * 4 (Regeneration rate 5/min) (Mana is required to cast spells)
Stamina: 5 (affects health, endurance, and carrying capacity)
Strength: 4 (Influences Qi and Attack Damage)
Agility: 5 (affects running speed, dodge speed, and attack speed)
Spirit: 9 (Affects attention, mana, spell power, and resistance to mental spells)
Charm: A (Influences NPC favorability and social interactions)
Luck: E (Influences the difficulty of triggering events and solving puzzles)
(Data-driven attributes are innate, with an average of 5 for all humans, and can be improved through purchasing points or training.)
Points: 0 (Can be used to purchase items after completing the beginner levels.)
Combat Power Rating: 50 (This is a figure calculated based on current performance and is unrelated to actual combat situations—the global rankings will be available after the first world ends.)
...
"Ding-dong!"
The phone made a sound. The phone had already rung several times, but Von Ryker hadn't answered it. He picked up the phone from the sofa, and his eyes were met with a barrage of text messages from Sera Frost, one after another, like a relentless barrage of death threats.
...
[Sera Frost: Why aren't you replying to me?]
[Sera Frost:...Aren't you coming to my birthday party? I prepared your favorite tea and snacks for you.]
[Sera Frost:...Why didn't you come? Did I do something wrong?]
[Sera Frost: ...]
...
[Sera Frost: Open the door, I'm here.]
...
"Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling~" The doorbell rang out with a playful tune.
Von Ryker's gaze flickered towards the doorway for a fleeting moment—
On the screen, a pretty girl in a floral dress with long black hair has one hand behind her back, revealing a corner of a spray bottle.
"Open the door, Ryker." Her voice sounded rather cold.
...
Von Ryker immediately got up, opened a drawer in the sofa cabinet, took out a bottle of clear medicine, and mixed it into the tea on the table.
In his home, he has some "little hobbies" of collecting things.
After doing all this, he opened the door.
Outside the door, a girl with long, black hair stood out, looking exceptionally beautiful and charming.
"You've kept me waiting for so long," Sera Frost said, half-coquettishly.
"Come in." Von Ryker made sure she didn't see anyone else besides her.
He then led her to the sofa and served her tea and a plate of rice cakes.
He quietly watched the girl in front of him as she ate her snack.
Sera Frost felt a chill for no apparent reason.
She choked a little, put down the pastry: "Ryker... why are you looking at me like that..."
"No." Von Ryker quickly drew a dagger from his waist, pressed it against Sera Frost with his hand, and pinned her down.
"Brother Ryker...!" Sera Frost panicked and immediately tried to take out the spray, only to find that she was gradually losing strength.
"Where is that person in your home?" Von Ryker asked.
"What?! Brother Ryker, let me go..." Sera Frost laughed.
"It seems the other one didn't come." Von Ryker looked at the display screen by the door; it was empty.
"Brother Ryker, there's something I've been meaning to tell you..." Having recovered her composure, Sera Frost looked at her beloved before her, her heart pounding. Ignoring the dagger so close to her face, her cheeks gradually flushed with embarrassment—
"I like it…" she said.
"Whoosh!"
A deep gash burst open in the girl's throat.
...
[—HP-200! (Fatal wound!)]
[You killed Sera Frost (human race), Exp+20]
...
"If you want to be with a corpse, then turn yourself into a corpse first." Von Ryker wiped his dagger on her face.
If he doesn't act, she'll strike first, knock him out with a spray, and then cut out his heart.
Once he knew it was a game, he wouldn't hold back.
Sera Frost's eyes gradually lost their luster.
Von Ryker looked at her corpse.
There were no tears in her eyes, which evoked images of vast plains and grasslands with the wind blowing across them. Pale shadows fell on the tips of her hair, making her seem like an ordinary, pretty, and vibrant female student.
Why did she make that choice?
Kill him, implant his heart into her dying body to prolong her life. Then, with his vibrant heart, go see the sea she longs to see?
...Is this what she called a "free and independent life"?
...Is this the "fulfilling and exciting journey" she hoped for?
So, was his heart, pounding with excitement, buried deep in her chest beating because of her so-called "liking," or... beating for her bright and promising future?
"Knock knock!"
There was a knock on the door. Anna Vane was standing outside.
"Sera Frost, Sera Frost, are you in there?" Anna Vane knocked on the door, sounding anxious.
Von Ryker knew that this was the surgeon who had colluded with Sera Frost.
He looked at Sera Frost's corpse, but didn't touch it. Instead, he used the hilt of his dagger to push the death spray out from under Sera Frost's skirt, picked it up, and walked to the door.
"Sera Frost? Respond?" Receiving no reply, Anna Vane grew anxious and reached for the weapon behind her—
"Bang!" The door swung open in an instant.
Von Ryker held the spray bottle, covered his nose, and stepped out, then suddenly pressed his fingertip down!
Caught off guard, Anna Vane's legs buckled, and she collapsed unconscious, remaining motionless ever since.