- 16.
Afterward, I diligently completed missions,
saving up points to return to my world.
Years passed, and I finally did it.
I went back, my emotions restored, living a
normal life.
But I didn’t forget Elijah.
That proud, cold man, handsome and
accomplished.
If it weren’t for Raina, we would have been
happy.
But there were no ifs.
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One day, the system showed me something.
A scene from Elijah’s world.
He was ragged, his hair long, dirty.
His eyes were vacant; he wandered the
streets.
He mumbled, “Mary, I miss you.”
Tears welled up.
Even though he was pitiful, I couldn’t love him
again.
What he’d done was unforgivable.
“Thump“-Elijah knelt on the ground.
He was beaten, by his former business rivals.
They sneered, “Elijah, weren’t you so
powerful? Look at you now!”
“The respected spiritual leader is now a
beggar, hahaha.”
Elijah’s eyes were red; he knelt there silently.
My heart ached.
But I knew I shouldn’t feel sympathy.
The Mary who loved Elijah had died at the
Г
concert.
Elijah was taken away, they hung him up,
beating him relentlessly.
They tortured him until he was near death,
then left.
Elijah lay on the ground, coughing up blood,
clutching something in his hand.
He loosened his grip; it was a ring.
His engagement ring.
“Mary, if only you were alive.”
He groaned in pain.
“I regret treating you so badly. I was wrong.”
“God, please bring her back.”
I couldn’t watch.
I had the system remove the footage.
The system asked, “Host, do you really not
love Elijah anymore?”
“No.”
I replied calmly and continued my work.
