A year after rebirth, they changed their minds. I: Give up the strategy.

The day I was critically injured in a car crash and begged the system to change my assigned targets, they barged into the operating room, ignoring all warnings, to force me to donate my heart.

Just because the son of our long-time family assistant was suffering from a critical illness, his wife demanded they drain every drop of blood from my body.

“Julian! If you stop this surgery now, I’ll die! Please! Don’t!”

Hearing my desperate plea, the woman who once claimed to adore me, the one who had orchestrated the downfall of my entire family because of my abused childhood, her eyes blazed red.