My Final Death In Her Beautiful Lie
Language: en
It was the fourth year since I had "crossed over" into this parallel reality, and my fiancée was about to put me under the knife for the hundredth time. Fortunately, I was born with a gift—or perhaps a curse: a biological anomaly that allowed my body to regenerate at an impossible speed. The "System" in my head whispered that this was the final threshold. One more procedure, and I would be granted passage back to my original world. In that world, my fiancée loved me more than life itself. She wasn't like the woman here, who treated me as nothing more than a biological resource—a living…