Chapter 9
So, I was locked in a room of about ten square meters.
There was nothing here except for a bed.
Every day, besides the nurse who delivers meals, there were four nurses guarding me.
They just looked at me, without saying a word.
I was on the verge of collapse, I wanted to commit suicide, but there was no way.
I had never felt so desperate before.
I prayed hard to the System, asking it to solve me.
But it said, “I’m sorry, Host, I don’t have the authority to do that. You can only kill yourself and leave.”
This statement completely broke me down.
I lay on the hospital bed, and whenever I moved a little, a nurse would ask me what was wrong.
I was being watched all the time.
Malia came the night she stayed here.
Malia
She dismissed the nurse and walked towards me step by step in high heels, with a triumphant look in her eyes.
“Wasn’t it so desperate, wanting to die but unable to die.”
“You know, it was me who suggested that they send you to a mental hospital so that they could properly protect you, and they believed it.”
I had no reaction.
After all, she had done it before.
She looked at my reaction, her expression very displeased, and she grabbed my face.
“Do you know how much I hated you?”
“In the Last World, you had a good job, a good family, and everyone liked you.”
I was stunned.
Why did she know about my Last World?
Was she also an Attacker?
The next second, she saw my reaction and burst into laughter, saying, “Surprised, huh? I’m also an Attacker.”
“And, it was exactly the same person you were trying to conquer.”
Because in the Last World, it was me who drove and killed you. The System said, “Only one of us can survive.”
“So I took some measures to make them all dislike you, haha, and now my mission is only one step away from success.”
As long as Leonard said those words “I love you” to me, I succeeded.
At that moment, I looked at her appearance, little by little, her face overlapped with the face of the impoverished girl I had helped in the Last World.
I remember back in school, everyone was targeting her.
And I had a loving brother and family, excellent grades, and my classmates also liked me,
When I saw her, I felt the desire to protect her.
So, I helped her drive away those who bullied her.
Ithought that this way, she would appreciate me.
I never expected that in the end, she actually hated me.
I was hit in the Last World and came here, all because of her.
Anger burned in my heart.
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I helped you, why did you treat me like this?
Upon hearing these words, anger filled her face: “Who asked for your help? I don’t need your charity. We are on the same level, not beneath you!”
Originally, she had such thoughts.
So I helped her, and even hurt her self–esteem.
But I never felt that she was inferior to me.
“If I felt that you were inferior to me, I wouldn’t help you.”
In my eyes, everyone was the same, regardless of poverty or wealth.
She didn’t listen at all, just laughed and said, “I will be locked up and tortured for the rest of my life.”
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