Everyone knew I had a System. That's why no one wanted to be "captured" by me. On Christmas morning, I gave my mother a gift. She threw it into the trash without even looking. "Don't waste your efforts on me. It won't work." When my father was attacked by a radical activist, I shielded him with my body. He pushed me into the knife. "Aren't you trying to capture my affection? Taking a blade for me is the least you can do." I spent six months coding a VR game for my brother. He loved it, but bragged to his friends: "Of course it's good, the System made it. Do you think Aria could code something this complex?" Later, I gave my secret diary to my childhood sweetheart, the boy I grew up with. He flipped through the pages, sneering. "What, you think a notebook is enough to capture me?" Time ran out. I failed to capture anyone. The System coldly reclaimed my life. Just when I thought I had truly failed, that no one cared, that no one loved me... That cold System used its last reserve of energy to broadcast my memories across every screen in the city. 1 "She's dead..." My mother touched my nose, her hand trembling. She stumbled back a few steps and collapsed onto the floor, disbelief written all over her face. "No, impossible. How could she die?" My father and brother couldn't accept it either. They checked my pulse and breathing multiple times. Even though I had fallen from the balcony hours ago and my body was cold, they refused to believe I was gone. Because everyone knew I had a System. How could someone with a System die? "This isn't our fault!" My brother pushed my corpse away, his eyes red. "She failed her mission. The System took her life. It has nothing to do with us!" My father nodded frantically. "Right, right. She failed to capture us. It's not our fault. We just didn't want to be manipulated." "Blame her for being a monster. Blame the System!" My mother covered her mouth, sobbing, but nodded in agreement. "Aria, don't blame us for being cruel." "Your love was fake. You just wanted to complete your mission and go back to your own world." "Maybe it's better this way. At least now... you're still here. You're still my daughter." My soul floated in the air, finally understanding why I had failed. They all knew I had a System. So they rejected my love, thinking it was just a calculated move to gain points. My heart ached to the point of suffocation. Despair filled me. Before I transmigrated here, I was an abandoned orphan. I thought being born into this world meant I would finally have a family. Turns out, they just saw me as a monster hosting a parasite. For twenty years, they never loved me. They guarded against me like a thief, played with me like a clown—giving me a sliver of affection only to stomp me into the mud. I really was a failure. "Host." The System's cold mechanical voice rang out. "You are not a failure. And you are not unloved." A ball of blue light floated beside me, flickering. "Reading Host's memories..." I froze. "0518, what are you doing?" "Stop! I order you to stop!" The light ball pulsated, and a smiley face appeared on its surface. "Host, 0518 is returning to HQ. Let me do one last thing for you." The light exploded, blindingly bright. "Memory projection successful." The light scattered into millions of pixels, raining down on every electronic device below. "No, don't! Please..." I cried uncontrollably. It had used all its energy to broadcast my memories. 2 "Mom, Merry Christmas." The TV in the living room turned on by itself. On the screen, ten-year-old me held a gift box, handing it timidly to my mother, who was getting a manicure. My inner voice played over the speakers: [I made these glass rabbit earrings myself. Mom will definitely like them.] The System's cold voice retorted: [Host, she is not a target. Why waste your effort?] I huffed: [You don't understand. She's my mom. She gave birth to me.] [I didn't have a mom in my last life. Now I do, and I'm so happy.] The System rolled its virtual eyes: [Sure, even though this woman never treated you like a daughter.] As soon as the voiceover ended, my mother on the screen waved her hand, knocking the gift box into the trash. "Don't waste your efforts on me. It won't work." Her eyes were devoid of warmth. "Go play somewhere else. Don't disturb me." The manicurist looked at me awkwardly, then wiped off a smudge on my mother's nail. I stood there, stunned. Then, tears began to fall. [See? I told you not to waste time on her. She's cold-blooded.] "No! I'm not!" Outside the screen, my mother screamed. "Who turned on the TV? Turn it off! Turn it off!" She yanked the power cord, but the TV kept playing. "Mom, what did I do wrong? Why do you hate me so much?" Little me couldn't help but ask. Why? I remembered when I was born, she loved me. She said she'd give me the best of everything. But something changed. Her love vanished, replaced by hatred. [Host, stop wasting time on this woman. She's not worth it.] "Shut up! I didn't! I'm not..." My mother's face was a mix of colors. But I noticed something—she was more angry than guilty. Probably because the System said she wasn't a "target." She was proud. She couldn't accept being irrelevant to the mission. "What is going on?" My father's face was dark. He grabbed a vase and smashed the TV screen. It finally went black. Just then, his assistant called. "Mr. Vance, it's bad. A video is being broadcast across all platforms." "Views have already hit 100 million!" Such high views weren't just because of the System. My mother was a famous retired actress. People cared about her life. "What? Impossible!" My father's eyes filled with murderous intent. "Aria was so dependent on her mother. How could she do this after death?" "Find out who is behind this!" My mother found her phone. It was blowing up with calls from her agent and PR team. Her social media was flooded with hate comments. Wow, the great actress acts like a diva even at home? Speechless. That's her own daughter. Even if it's scripted, that's too cruel. "Ahhh!" "Aria, I want you dead!" The mother I relied on, seeing her reputation crumble, grabbed a vase and smashed it onto my corpse. My heart seized in pain. Mom, I'm already dead. Even if you smash me into paste, I won't die again. "Enough." My father pulled her away. "You've been retired for years. It doesn't matter." But he didn't expect the video to cut to him. 3 When I was sixteen, my father was targeted by a radical activist with a knife. In the video, my father was pushed to the ground. The man stabbed him in the leg. My mother and brother screamed and ran, trying to get as far away as possible. It was me. I was shaking with fear, but I rushed forward and pulled the attacker away. "Dad, are you okay?" My face was young, streaked with tears and snot as I called 911. "Ambulance! My dad is..." Before I could finish, my dad used his good leg to kick me. I stumbled right into the attacker's path. The knife went through my shoulder. My father's pupils constricted as he watched the screen. He muttered to himself, "Aren't you trying to capture me? Taking a blade for me is only right. Yes, it's only right." I ignored his mumbling. I only heard the System's panicked voice. [Host!] [Quick! Use points to buy the healing spray!] I endured the pain, sighing in relief only when the attacker was subdued. [No.] I said: [Points are low. Save them for Dad's leg.] The System was furious: [The points he provides aren't even worth the cost of the spray! You are wasting resources!] In the chaos, I sprinkled the healing powder on my dad's wound, my face pale. [0518, you don't understand. He's my dad.] He was my dad. My hard-won family. What child doesn't love their parents? I always believed they didn't like me because I wasn't good enough. Because I was weird. So I tried so hard. Not for the mission. But because they were my blood. I never imagined they hated me enough to wish me dead. Just because I had a System, they treated me with the utmost malice. The comments were exploding. The incident where the CEO of Vance Corp was stabbed had been huge news. Everyone realized this wasn't CGI. It was real footage. WTF? He pushed his own daughter into a knife? Is he human? As a mother, I can't watch this. He's an animal. She gave him the only medicine she had, and he did that? Even a stranger deserves better. So what if she has a System? The family benefited from it! These people should rot in hell! My father threw his phone to the ground. "Haven't you found the source yet?!" Even now, he was just angry, not panicked. Until the video cut again, showing a sweet, cute girl. My father's face changed instantly. "Quick! Pay them whatever they want! Take the video down!" He looked at my corpse with red eyes, wanting to kill me all over again. I could mess with them, but touching their precious darling? They would fight me to the death. Even though I knew this, my heart still ached. My parents weren't incapable of love. They just didn't love me. They loved someone else's child. In the video, the girl skipped into my mother's arms. "Auntie, Bella missed you so much!" My stoic father smiled. "Oh, so Bella doesn't miss Uncle? Guess I can't give you this sapphire bracelet then." Bella's eyes lit up. "I miss Uncle the most!" My brother pulled out a gift box. "Oh? You miss Uncle the most? Then this limited edition LV bag..." Bella turned and hugged my brother. "Ethan! Bella misses you every day!" My mother giggled. "This child is incorrigible." I hid in the corner, like a stray cat watching a house cat's happiness. Bella was my cousin. And the protagonist of this world. 4 The internet went wild. That's Bella Summers when she debuted! Didn't she say she came from a humble background? She's the niece of the richest family in the city? Is anything real anymore? Bella was from a humble background. In the original plot, Bella's mom married a commoner. My mom, ambitious, married into money and cut ties with her sister. Originally, Bella's mom would die of illness, and she would suffer under a stepmother before meeting the male lead and growing strong. The Vance family and the male lead's family were rivals. My family would suppress Bella, leading to a torturous romance. But I thought Bella shouldn't suffer. In the book, she was strong and optimistic. A lotus in the mud of the entertainment industry. So I changed the plot. I reminded Bella's mom to see a doctor before her illness became fatal. Because of this, her mom lived. Bella started visiting the Vance family. She won over my parents and thrived in the industry. But she was jealous of me. In the video, Bella saw me hiding and smirked. "Cousin Aria, why are you hiding? Aren't you going to welcome me?" "The Vance family is elite. Don't you think looking so timid embarrasses Auntie and Uncle?" My mom scoffed. "I don't know what sin I committed to give birth to her. If only she was half as sensible as Bella." My dad looked at me coldly. "What are you staring at? Get out here." My brother sneered. "Dad, forget it. She dresses so ugly. Don't let her ruin our appetite." Bella's parents and her agent were there too. Seven or eight pairs of eyes judged me. Back then, my face burned with shame. Now, floating in the air, my soul felt transparent from the pain. I was their flesh and blood, but they loved another. They trampled my dignity into the dust. The internet was in an uproar. My family was frantic. "Why can't we shut it down?! What is the IT department doing?!" Mom was tearing her hair out. "I knew Aria was evil! She recorded everything!" "Good thing she's dead. Otherwise, we'd have no privacy!" Dad roared, "It's your fault! You insisted she stay. I said send her abroad!" Mom retorted, "She's weird! If she was outside, who knows what trouble she'd cause with that System!" Brother nodded. "Mom's right. With that System, she's dangerous."
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