Chapter 437
A being that called itself the “system” appeared in midair and told her it was willing to give her a shot at coming back to life.
All she needed to do was enter the novel world and take everything meant for the heroine. She’d have doting family, a husband who loved her deeply, more money than she could ever spend, and the world’s adoration.
Lydia wanted those things so badly that she agreed without a second thought, not even glancing at the contract.
‘If I’d known I’d have to give up my soul for this. Even then, I probably still would’ve said yes, Lydia thought bitterly.
After all, she was already dead in reality. Even if she somehow got a second chance, she’d still be the homewrecker everyone hated, and her suffering with that old man would vanish.
But if she could go to another world, she could have the rich life she’d always dreamed of-no shame, no scorn, maybe even be adored by everyone.
No one could say no to that kind of temptation. But now that she’d failed the mission, everything she’d ever wanted had gone up in smoke.
Lydia furiously tore the contract in front of her to shreds, scrambling up from the ground. “No. I never even read the contract. None of this counts!”
She tossed the shredded contract aside and, without hesitating for a second, turned and bolted. But all around her was nothing but endless white. No matter where she looked, it was just the same blank emptiness.
No matter how far or fast she ran, it felt like she was just going in circles, never getting anywhere. The system’s voice rang out again.
This time, instead of that emotionless, mechanical numbness, there was a barely noticeable trace of sarcasm in its tone. “Humans must pay the price for their choices.”
As the system finished speaking, Lydia, who had been running, felt herself lifted by an invisible force, her whole body suspended in midair.
It was as if countless giant hands were tearing at her soul, twisting and distorting it out of shape. Her shrill scream rang out in the endless white void, but the silence swallowed it whole; there wasn’t even an echo.

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