Julian Vance hated "Targeters" the most. Until the heiress of the Lin family entered his world for an arranged marriage. She danced in his private garden rain or shine, her movements captivating. Modern dance, Jazz, Classical Ballet... Julian was captivated by her, rarely not sending her to "The Island" for imprisonment. I took a bite of tiramisu, too sad to speak. The System mocked: "You useless thing! Now look, wait to be erased!" Looking at the Affection Score bar that never moved, actually, I am a Targeter too. Chapter 1 Eight Targeters were already locked up in the private prison on The Island. They preached equality and hoped for a "one life, one couple" love with Julian Vance. Julian hated them. But their business ideas were sometimes useful, though Julian found them annoying. So he locked up every one he met. Kept the useful ones, made the useless ones disappear. Letting the security team's interrogation squad use threats and promises to make them spit out all business secrets, maximizing their value. I am Julian's childhood friend. Julian was an illegitimate son ostracized by the family when he was young. Everyone could bully him, tease him. His older cousins often beat him black and blue. When he hid in the dark attic of the family estate to heal, a warm, kind girl would appear. Like an angel, bringing him medicine, stroking his wounds with tears. She said she came to save him. "I will protect you from now on. I won't let them bully you again." "Does it hurt? I will always be with you!" She smiled gently at Julian. "Don't be afraid. I'm here to save you. We'll be best friends." I thought Julian would be moved and accept the girl glowing with "I'm good for you" light. Unexpectedly, Julian choked her neck, pinning her against the wall. The girl kicked wildly, making suffocated whimpers. Julian said coldly: "Get lost! Don't let me see you again." I hid behind a tree and saw everything. The macaron in my hand fell with a soft thud. He turned to look at me, put away his scary expression, and walked over. His aura was terrifying. I dared not speak. Legs weak, I fell to the ground, touching my neck. Begging fawningly: "Don't choke me. My neck is too thin, it will break. I saw nothing." "You don't need saving. I don't dare." His face looked even worse. He stared at me darkly. "You'd better stay this way forever." I shrank my neck, nodding frantically. Chapter 2 My parents were famous business tycoons, but died in a plane crash. Since I lost my parents young, Grandmother often took me to stay at the Vance Estate. And recognized me as her god-granddaughter. To show the Vance family's kindness. I was present at every moment Julian needed saving. I just stood silently aside. When he was thrown into the combat training ground and beaten all over. When the snobbish servants withheld his dinner. When his mother was critically ill and passed away. That year, he became more steady and grew up. He stood in the dark attic of the old house, quietly looking at his mother's cold body. His mother's personal assistant walked up to him, comforting softly: "Young Master Julian, Rou will accompany you instead of Madam." It seems in every low period when Julian needed comfort, a "flower that understands speech" would appear. Trying to save him, target him, be the only light in his heart. Like this assistant named Rou. She tugged Julian's shirt, smiling warmly: "Don't be sad, Young Master. Be happy, smile, okay?" Rou didn't know Julian was a germaphobe. He couldn't stand anyone touching him. Every time someone accidentally touched him, he had to change his whole outfit. Sure enough, with a signal from his eyes. The bodyguards standing aside immediately dragged Rou out. Rou was gagged by the bodyguards, whimpering soundlessly. Dragged away. Julian walked to me and hugged me gently. He buried his head in my neck, voice muffled: "Nina, let me hug you. I'll bring you your favorite Black Forest Cake." I dared not move. Responded: "Okay." His voice was light, but terrifyingly calm: "I loathe them. And I loathe myself." "If I were conquered, would there be fewer hardships? Would my mother not have died?" I didn't understand what "them" meant. Nor what "conquered" meant. I only knew Julian was very sad that day. Since then, he acted even more ruthlessly. Chapter 3 Today, I dressed up. Preparing to attend my coming-of-age ceremony. The Vance Villa had invited many guests. But suddenly a voice came into my brain: Beep beep beep. Target System energy sufficient. Ready to start. Hello Host. System binding. Target: Julian Vance. I jumped, refusing frantically: "I refuse to target! Refuse! Refuse!" Ding! Cannot refuse. Mission started. Progress query. Progress: 66. Massive information flooded my brain. After a moment of daze, I came back, face pale. No joy. Only infinite panic. I am a Targeter. The Targeter Julian hates the most. Once there was a Targeter discovered by Julian. She was a girl with a voice like a lark, knowing all kinds of pop singing. Julian made her sing and sing. Until her voice was hoarse, coughing blood. Finally locked in the confinement room, beaten bloody. Julian even excitedly took me to watch. He really hates Targeters. If he finds out I am a Targeter too, will I be beaten to death? Moreover, I know nothing but eating. Will he make me eat and eat until I burst? The more I thought, the more scared I was. The System's voice sounded again with surprise: Unexpectedly, Host already has 66 Affection Score from Julian! Before Host, Targeters used many identities: Mrs. Vance's cousin, Julian's mother's assistant... none exceeded 0 score. So those girls who wanted to save Julian were all Targeters bound with Systems. But they all failed. Tortured by Julian until unrecognizable, then erased by the Main God along with the System. Host, you are very hopeful. Only success, no failure. Or we will die miserably. I shivered, comb falling to the ground. This sneak, when did I target him? Where did the score come from? "Can I not target? Julian will choke me to death. I can't beat him." System cold and ruthless: No. System started. Slacking will be punished by electric shock. I was weak and helpless. Can't beat Julian, can't beat the System. Attended the banquet with a pale face. The Vance family sent a pile of expensive gifts as usual. Today's Julian is the esteemed head of the Vance Group. No longer the bullied bastard son. His presence gave enough face to the Gu family. No dignitary in the capital dared not come. Arriving at the banquet hall. He stared at my face for a while: "You look wrong. What happened?" Seeing his dark gaze. I stepped back in terror, waving my hands repeatedly. Julian paused, eyes obscure: "Nina? Did someone say something, hmm?" I paused, shaking my head firmly: "No... no, absolutely not!" He is too smart. Every previous Targeter was accurately found by him. Then caught, tortured, revenged. I was absent-minded throughout the banquet. Grandmother saw me drinking champagne sullenly, glared at me unhappily: "Nina, go toast Mr. Vance!" In Grandmother's eyes, Julian and I are childhood sweethearts growing up together. A girl of the Gu family is qualified to be Mrs. Vance. In Grandmother's eyes, I deserve the best. But in my eyes, that's the King of Hell who takes my life in minutes. I was reluctant. But still raised the glass, toasting Julian meekly: "To Mr. Vance. It's Nina's honor to have you here today." Julian stopped the glass I was about to drink, grabbing my sleeve: "Stop drinking. You drank too much. I'll have someone send you to rest." He frowned at me. I remembered Mrs. Vance's cousin. Julian discovered she was a Targeter. Even her touch was disgusting. Thinking of the scene where he choked her coldly. I shivered in fear. "Don't... don't touch me. I am not a Targeter." He paused for a second, mouth curving into a smile. I was really scared. Chapter 4 System: You are embarrassing! Coward! Me: ... Julian shouldn't have discovered I am a Targeter. Or he would have sent me to The Island. He laughed: "You are drunk. Rest early." The banquet dispersed. Guests left, he left too. At night, I returned to the bedroom. Lying on the soft big bed. Tears fell. "System! You are not human! Making me target that living King of Hell!" "I have been afraid of him as long as I lived in this world." "Find someone else!" System sneered: Better to live poorly than die. Understand? If you die, I will be erased too. For our lives, work hard. A soft sound from the balcony. Someone came in. Bringing the smell of roast meat. I got up and wiped my tears. It was Julian. Under the dim wall lamp, he stared at me burning: "Saw you didn't eat much at the banquet. Brought your favorite BBQ platter." His skills were getting better, coming and going freely in the Villa. I nodded vigorously. Whatever, eating is the most important. Took the food and ate. He often brought me food I loved. To bribe me, threaten me not to tell about the Targeters. System angry: You only know eating! Dark night, high wind, lone man and woman. Target him! I sighed in my heart: "No, I can't do that." System: Mission complete, I can grant you a wish. Any wish. "I have no wish." System mourned its misfortune. Stuck with such a slacker host. Luckily there was some Affection Score, not to be erased. Julian reached out to touch my head. I was still afraid, tilted my head to avoid. His expression became suppressed. I was really afraid of death. "Julian, do you hate Targeters very much?" He looked at me steadily, voice hoarse: "Yes. I hate, hate Targeters very much. Want to dispose of them all." I nodded with a bitter smile: "Mm, I also... hate, hate Targeters very much." "If, I say if, I am also a Targeter, will you dispose of me too?" "Can you, let me go?" In the dark, Julian's voice was exceptionally clear: "No. I will never let you go!" System: Detected score fluctuation. Current score 50, 20, 0... My hands shook with fear. Did he find out?
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