Love's Hard Reset: I'm Switching Targets

I've been trying to woo Caroline Davis for the past five years just so I can receive a healthy body and return to my original world.

But Caroline, in her attempt to appease her first love, Kyle Holden, makes me the scapegoat for Kyle's crimes and gets me locked behind bars.

After getting released from prison, Caroline forces me to drink the alcohol that's given to me by Kyle despite knowing that I'm allergic to alcohol.

Flooded by despair, I try to commit suicide.

"I'd rather die than continue to pathetically woo a woman who doesn't love me at all!" I cry out.

But the system suggests that I exchange away 30 years of my lifespan for a brand new conquest target instead.

As I lay dying of cancer, I bound myself to a Survival System. I was told that as long as I could earn Caroline Davis' love, I'd be able to return to the real world with a healthy body.

So, to make her fall in love with me, I catered to her every whim until I successfully married her. Yet, in the end, my endless devotion only landed me in prison.

The day I dragged myself out of prison, my legs felt like lead. The sunlight was so blinding that I could barely keep my eyes open, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Caroline looked at me with open disgust, her tone sharp with impatience. "Are you putting on this pitiful act just to make me feel guilty? All I asked was for you to serve a three-year sentence in Kyle's place. He's your brother, for goodness' sake. Don't be so petty!"

I clenched my fists so tightly that the veins bulged beneath my skin. But with one finger missing from each hand, the gesture looked ridiculously absurd.

She had said it so casually, but it felt like a giant hand had crushed my heart, leaving me unable to breathe from the pain.

Three years ago, my brother Kyle Holden misdiagnosed a patient with stomach cancer. He prescribed cancer treatments and even removed a third of the patient's stomach during surgery to cover up his mistake.

Later, when the patient went to another hospital for treatment, he learned that he only had a common gastric issue that never required surgery.

The patient exposed everything. Kyle's actions constituted medical malpractice, carrying a three-year prison sentence.

When Caroline found out, she—completely disregarding my future and career—pulled every string she could to force me, also a doctor, to go to prison in Kyle's stead.

Back then, with bloodshot eyes, I had asked her, "Have you ever loved me at all?"

But she only turned her face away. "I'll make it up to you after you get out."

Although I was bound to the Survival System, it provided absolutely no information about what might happen next, only insisting that I had to complete the mission on my own.

For the past three years, I spent my days working the sewing machines