Chapter 4

It was late autumn, and standing outside the towering building, feeling the cold wind hit my face, my mind was exceptionally clear.

"System, I want to go home."

Three seconds later, a familiar mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

"Host, detection shows your points are insufficient to activate the dimensional portal."

I was stunned.

Right, all my points were gone.

How had I used them?

Six years ago, I'd given Julian Thorne a miracle, spending every last point.

I was a System Agent.

And Julian, he was my target.

The first time I met him, I almost gave up on the mission. He was gloomy, paranoid, sitting in his wheelchair, letting his pants get soiled, fiercely rejecting anyone who tried to get close.

Like a wounded animal.

I felt for him, pitying him, so I deliberately approached him, patiently trying to win him over.

I stayed with him for ten years.

I pried open the hard shell he used to protect himself, forcefully intervening in his life.

I made him accustomed to my presence. Gradually, I made myself indispensable.

But those ten years, true feelings had intertwined.

I'd developed a near-adoring affection for this poor, self-conscious boy.

So, when the System congratulated me on a successful mission, on a strange impulse, I didn't choose to immediately leave the mission world.

At that time, Julian was still a sensitive and fragile young man.

He clumsily made a ring for me with his own hands, then, blushing, he put it on my finger.

He said his biggest wish was to grow old with Cassandra.

But I knew his deepest wish was to walk again.

The childhood car accident had made him close himself off.

I spent ten years making him open up to me, making my mission no longer purely about the task.

I used the points gained from the successful mission to exchange for something from the System.

It was a perfectly healthy body.

I still remember that morning, Julian carefully walking on the carpet, tears silently falling.

He held me and cried for a long time.

He said it was the second great miracle bestowed upon him by heaven.

I was the first.

…

Julian began to show his talent and extraordinary business acumen.

This healthy body finally allowed him to shine, to stand out in any crowd.

I can't pinpoint when he started to change.

I only remember one morning, I smelled a perfume on his suit that didn't belong in our home.

I simply asked about it calmly, and his face instantly showed impatience.

"It's just necessary business entertaining. Don't be unreasonable."

My question became unreasonable.

He spent more and more time entertaining outside, becoming increasingly smooth and cunning.

I gradually forgot the shy, blushing boy who used to react to my every word.

I also forgot the gloomy, self-conscious, disabled teenager he once was.