End the Quest Early
Language: en
On my fifth year of courting the villain of this novel, he finally agreed to marry me. The day of the wedding, the grand chandelier in the hall suddenly plunged. In that critical moment, he violently pushed me aside, shielding the trembling protagonist, his true love, Eleanor. His arm was gashed, a large stain of blood blossoming across his white tuxedo. Eleanor, in his arms, was completely unharmed. Clutching the bleeding gash on my neck, I finally accepted the truth: he didn’t love me. The System appeared, asking, “Do you want to end the mission early?” I nodded. “Since he’s destined to…