After My Brother and I Failed to Save Them, the Singer and the Doctor Went Mad with Regret

In the twelfth year since my buddy and I transmigrated into a book, the male lead returned and destroyed the ending we had worked so hard to fix. The supporting female character I had personally groomed into a top-tier star heartlessly kicked me out of her home. The female antagonist, whom my buddy had helped reform into a medical expert, was brainwashed by the male lead all over again and even wanted to remove my buddy’s kidney and give it to him. Our mission was declared a failure. My buddy died under the female antagonist’s surgical knife. As for me, I was branded a homewrecker who had ruined the relationship between the supporting female character and the male lead, and was beaten to death in the street by an overzealous fan. At last, we were freed and returned to our original world, where the rewards from our regret-value mission made us wealthy enough to live without worry. But the supporting female character and the female antagonist went mad.