Catherine and Gabriel were having fun at Natalie's school event, and anyone who saw them would praise them for being such a loving family.

Yet, instead of going after them, Leslie was here bothering me while I was waiting for death.

An inexplicable wave of frustration surged through me.

Leslie had been my first target for this mission. She was my older sister by three years and used to treat me like the most precious treasure in the world.

When I was ten, the System had informed me in a slightly surprised tone that her love meter was at 90%. I just needed to work a little harder, and I would be able to return home.

However, that was when Gabriel entered our lives.

He was the nanny's son. During an altercation with me, he rolled down the stairs and ended up with bruises all over his body.

Leslie happened to be standing at the doorway at the time, and she stared at me with a cold look that I had never seen before.

"Noah Jackman, when will you change that spoiled rich kid attitude of yours? I've noticed that you're becoming more vicious as you get older."

Her words had stabbed deep into my heart like a dagger.

The System then told me that her love meter had dropped to 50%, so the chances of me succeeding in winning her heart weren't very high.

It turned out to be right, for ever since that day, Leslie's attitude toward me had grown increasingly cold, while her love meter dropped lower and lower.

In fact, she even went as far as to suggest to our parents that they send me to a boarding school, all to prevent me from hurting Gabriel again.

After I was sent to that nightmare of a school, I stopped treating her like my sister.

"Leslie, what are you doing here?"

"Your acting skills are truly terrible. Have you forgotten that this hotel belongs to the Jackman family? You deliberately chose to book a room here, all so I would come rushing over, didn't you? Why can't someone like you just go die already? You don't deserve to be my younger brother!"

Even though I had long since given up on her, the mockery and disdain in her tone still hurt me deeply.

Just then, I recalled how much she used to love me when we were young. I decided to place my hopes on her still having some feelings for me, the younger brother she had watched grow up.

Grabbing the hem of her shirt like how I used to as a little boy, I begged her to fulfill one last wish of mine.

"Leslie, could you please kill me—"

Yet, I had barely finished speaking when she shoved me away in disgust.

Caught off guard, I fell to the floor and was momentarily stunned.

"People like you should've died long ago. But if you're going to die, die someplace far away from me. I don't want to have to deal with your funeral."

I had been wrong—so utterly, ridiculously wrong.

How could Leslie possibly still have feelings for me?

With some effort, I managed to slowly stand up before I turned to look at Leslie fearlessly.

It had been a really long time since I had actually taken a good look at her.

Once elegant, upright, and deeply indulgent toward me, Leslie now had more striking features, though she had also grown distant and cold.

Without any warning, I slapped her across the face.

For the sake of winning her favor, I had given up on the fortune our parents left me, all so she, a fake heiress, could start over.

Yet, all I had received in return was an indifferent, "You owe me this."

I might owe others, but I'd definitely never owe her.

At this thought, I raised my hand to slap her again, only for her to stop me.

"Noah, you've gone nuts!"

She was furious. If looks could kill, I would have died a thousand times over.

Once upon a time, I used to get terrified whenever she got angry. Now, however, I simply laughed.

"Yeah, I've gone crazy. What are you going to do about it? Kill me? Go ahead and do it if you can! Come on!"

I stalked closer to her, but she hastily released her grip on my wrist and retreated, eyes wide.

"You're truly wicked to the core! Even when you want to die, you're still trying to drag me down with you!"

With that, she practically fled from the room.

Staring at the reddened skin on my wrist, I let out a soft laugh. I had assumed she would be the one to help me get back home, but alas, she wasn't.

After cleaning up, I headed to Miranda Suller's boxing gym.

Miranda was the real daughter of the Jackman family and also my high school classmate. After I was sent to the boarding school, she became the only source of light in my life.

Back then, whenever the other students picked on me, she would definitely step forward to defend me. She had charged into a toilet to rescue me, gotten into an argument with the teachers over me, and even exposed the fact that she was involved in underground boxing.

"Noah, for some reason, I just feel this overwhelming urge to protect you whenever I see your face. We look so alike. I've always dreamed of having a younger brother. Will you let me protect you from now on?"

Because of that, I had assumed that I would succeed in winning her love.

However, just as her love meter reached 95%, Gabriel transferred to the same school, once again getting in the way of my mission target and me.

"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to see you ever again?"

Dressed in an exercise tank top with her hands wrapped in bandages under her boxing gloves, Miranda was punching away at a sandbag. She didn't even blink when I approached her.

I scoffed. "What use is there in you punching at a sandbag here? You're nothing but a loser. So what if you're my biological sister? Mom and Dad still love Leslie more.

"As for Gabriel, if you're so capable, why don't you go snatch him from Catherine? What does it matter that you knew him first? He would still rather spend time with my wife and daughter at the kindergarten's family activities than come see you!

"In conclusion, you're just a loser, through and through!"

The wind whistled in my ear as a fist whizzed past, landing on the wall behind me.

Nonetheless, I didn't even flinch, my gaze unwavering as I continued to taunt her.

"Go on, then, beat me till I'm dead! There's no need for all this bluster if you're so great, is there?"

Once upon a time, Miranda would never have treated me so violently, but after Gabriel entered our lives, she began to grow more and more suspicious of me.

"Noah, have you ever thought about why they only pick on you and not anyone else? Do you seriously think that you're completely blameless in all this?"

Being too weak was probably the only fault a victim could have, and so, I tried being strong once, when Gabriel falsely accused me of stealing from him.

"Noah, I'm begging you, please give it back to me! That watch was a birthday present from Miranda!"

Tears streamed down Gabriel's cheeks pitifully while a group of classmates had me surrounded in the classroom. No matter what I said, no one seemed to believe me.

At that moment, Miranda charged over.

I initially assumed that she would trust me and stand in front of me like she usually did to protect me.

Unexpectedly, she moved to stand behind Gabriel like she was the most loyal of knights.

"Noah, hand it over. You shouldn't steal Gabriel's things just because you're jealous."

How ridiculous. The person who once believed me unconditionally was accusing me of being jealous of how well she treated Gabriel.

From then on, my bullies grew increasingly bold and aggressive.

Back in the present, Miranda's gaze turned sharp at my mockery, but she still didn't respond and simply turned to leave.

Nevertheless, I refused to give up. I continued harassing Miranda, even resorting to shoving her.

I thought to myself, "Come on, get angry! Get so mad that you'll kill me with a single punch! That way, I can finally go home."

I said aloud, "Miranda Suller, you're just a coward!"

Miranda abruptly halted in her steps, her expression darkening.

"Get lost!"

With that, I was kicked out of the boxing gym.

Not once did Miranda lay a hand on me. By now, her disgust of me had grown to the point that she wasn't even willing to spare me a glance.

A sense of helplessness washed over me. Sitting down on the stairs, I called out to the System, "System, is there any other way for me to die?"

"My apologies, Host, but if you want to return to your original world, you have to be killed by one of the female leads."

I genuinely missed my original parents so much that I was willing to do anything to see them one last time.

Natalie was just five years old, so she certainly didn't have the ability to kill me. That left Catherine, who was a doctor.

"System, can I use my points to teleport?"

"You can."

Since none of them were willing to do it themselves, I would have to resort to an accident to end my life.

"System, could you teleport me right under the wheels of a car a female lead is driving?"

"I cannot do that."

That wouldn't work either, huh?

Just as I was feeling rather disappointed, the System's mechanical voice sounded again.

"However, I can teleport you near any one of the female leads."

"Then which one of them is driving right now?"

"Leslie is currently speeding toward where Gabriel is."

"Alright, then take me somewhere near her."

It seemed like Leslie didn't feel even a hint of guilt after our argument. Not only that, but she was still completely focused on Gabriel.

Following that, the System teleported me to an intersection.

"Ten seconds till Leslie turns left and crosses this intersection. Please prepare yourself, Host."

It then began a countdown in my mind. Just as it reached "one", the bright beam of a car's headlights appeared in my line of sight.

My lips curled up slightly. I didn't feel even a shred of fear. After all, I was finally about to return home.

"Mom, Dad, I've missed you two so much!"

A loud crash rang out, and my body was sent flying through the air, as though I were as light as a feather.

Leslie slammed on the brakes before opening the door, her long, slender legs exiting the vehicle first.