All Routes Leads to Chaos

After my death, I found myself inside a romance strategy game, where the system assigned me three male leads.

If I followed its instructions and successfully captured the heart of any one of them, I would return alive and well in the real world.

Drawing on my experience, I crafted careful scripts to win their affection. Yet, every attempt ended in failure.

The reason was simple: each of them had already fallen for the dazzling heroine of their world.

They hurled cruel words at me, as if wishing I would just drop dead.

In the end, I fulfilled their desire—when my strategies failed, the system erased me.

But the moment I died, they all regretted it. One by one, they begged the heavens to return me to them.

[Attention player, according to system detection, your mission has failed. Since you did not complete any successful routes, the system will now erase you.]

The system’s voice echoed in my mind as I stood in the shadows, secretly watching the wedding.

Inside the grand hall, Michael Brosnan and Faye Summer exchanged a smile before kissing amid the playful cheers of the crowd.

That wedding had been the final lifeline the system gave me.

Now, it too had slipped through my hands.

Back then, when I entered the body of a three-year-old child, I signed the system’s contract: within twenty years, as long as I captured the heart of any one of the three male leads, I would return to my original world.

But twenty years had passed, and I had not succeeded.

Perhaps this was the ending fate had arranged for me.

I left the hall and walked toward the crowded overpass.

The system told me that after reporting my failure to its superiors, it would erase me.

I stared at the endless stream of cars below.

My mind replayed the faces of the three male leads over the past two decades—always twisted with contempt whenever they looked at me.

All of them had scorned me for the same reason: Faye Summer.

She was the dazzling heroine of this world, the one every man loved.

The system once consoled me, saying that because she carried the heroine’s halo, the male leads could not help but fall for her.

I tilted my head toward the heavy, clouded sky. Was it because I was an outsider here, a vicious supporting character meant only to set off the heroine’s brilliance, that I was destined for such an end?

So be it.

At this point, what else was there to think about?

I would die regardless.

Dazed, I stepped into traffic.

If I were to be erased, better to leave behind a broken body than to vanish silently. Let them bury me despite their hatred, swallowing their disgust as they lay me to rest.

In the next instant, the screech of brakes tore through the air as a harsh, all-too-familiar voice followed.

“If you want to die, Luna, then do it where no one can see