Not the One at the End of the Path

After failing my conquest mission, I trade my ability to feel in exchange for a ticket back to my home world.

Two years later, the system summons me, citing an emergency.

It tells me that my old conquest target, Caspian Stone, tried to destroy the entire world just to see me.

I turn that request down immediately.

Even if I've already lost my ability to feel, rationally speaking, I do not want to be with someone who has hurt me before.

The poor system is so anxious that it keeps naming condition after condition. In the end, it agrees to let me stay with Caspian for only three months.

In return for my cooperation, once I return from Caspian's world, not only must be the system restore my ability to feel, but it must also pay me a huge sum of money that comes from legal sources and has already gotten taxed.

But when I return to Caspian's side as an emotionless robot, he goes deeper down the path of lunacy.

"Seraphine, please… I'm begging you. You're the only one who can save this world."

The system's light orb trembled wildly in front of me, as if it might shatter at any second.

"Caspian has gone insane. He's going to blow up the World Core. He said if he doesn't see you, he'll drag everyone down with him."

I sat in the void, watching the data stream collapse in slow motion.

Two years ago, I failed the mission. In exchange for breaking free of the quest and returning to my original world, I gave up the ability to feel any emotion.

Now, I felt nothing—no joy, no anger, no sorrow, no love. And there was certainly no hatred, no obsession, and no desire.

It was as if my heart had become a bottomless cup. No matter what was poured into it, nothing would stay.

"I can return," I said at last, my voice calm. "But he's a madman. I don't have emotions anymore and can't respond to him."

"And that's fine!" The system reassured me quickly. "As long as you're there, it's enough! Just keep him stable for three months. Once the World Firewall is repaired, I'll send you back immediately!"

Desperate, it offered me a deal. "Not only will I restore your emotions, but I'll also give you a 50-million retirement bonus!"

I paused to calculate. 50 million dollars was more than enough to secure a carefree life. So, I accepted.

When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in front of that familiar hillside villa. The gates were wide open. Caspian Stone stumbled out in a rush.

Two years had changed him. His face was shadowed, his gaze sharp and violent. The moment he saw me, the madness in his eyes shattered, replaced by disbelief.

"Seraphine?"

His hand trembled as he reached out, but he didn't dare touch me, as if I was nothing more than a fragile mirage that would vanish at the slightest contact.

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