【The System Forces Me to Be a Replacement, but the Target Is... Me?】
After I died, I was bound to the “Grim Reaper System.”
Mission: Use a face that looks 70 percent like his beloved to heal Yan She, the obsessive man who killed me with his own hands.
I swallowed my disgust and applied for the job. When I looked up, I saw a huge black-and-white portrait of myself hanging in his office!
Yan She pointed at the photo, his gaze burning and cruel. “You’re new here. You look a lot like her, my ungrateful secretary who’s dead and gone.”
The System forced me to imitate his beloved’s gentleness, but I couldn’t help letting my secretary’s capable instincts show.
That was until I tore open the oil painting of his beloved and saw my own face beneath it.
Yan She wrapped his arms around me from behind, laughing manically. “Qiqi, having fun pretending to have amnesia?”
Enough pretending, King of Hell. We’re both lunatics in this little charade.
