I Died Ninety-Nine Times for Him Chapter 1

The system had made me a promise: complete the mission, and the man I loved would live again.

For that promise, I poured every ounce of my heart into the dark, twisted soul of Orion, the villain of this world. I endured ninety-nine deaths without ever flinching.

But on my one-hundredth life, to please the woman he worshipped, he threw me to a psychopath.

“You can’t die anyway,” he’d said, his voice casual. “As long as it makes Serena happy, I don’t even mind marrying you.”

He would never know the system’s hidden rule: if I completed all one hundred attempts, my love would be revived, no matter the outcome.

And as of this moment, I was about to vanish from his world forever, without a trace.

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[Host has died 99 times. Hidden reward unlocked. Upon 100th death triggered by the target, reward will be automatically disbursed: Resurrection of Noah.]

I opened my eyes to the cold floor, the large pool of blood around me already dry and cracked. I had come to this world to win over Orion, all to bring back my love, Noah.

I was an orphan, adrift in a world that never wanted me. It was Noah who pulled me from the darkness. So when the system told me I could resurrect him by capturing Orion’s heart, I agreed without a second’s hesitation.

I gave Orion everything. Even as he tortured me, I showed him nothing but unwavering devotion.

He knew I was a player in this game, that I would be reborn after every death. He used that knowledge to inflict every cruelty imaginable, showing me no mercy.

On my ninety-ninth life, he took me to a fashion show for Serena, his untouchable goddess.

As he watched her on the runway, his eyes full of adoration, he humiliated me, treating me like a dog at his feet.

I sat there in silence, enduring it all, refusing to leave his side.

Halfway through the show, the ceiling collapsed. Shards of glittering glass rained down.

Without thinking, I threw myself over Orion, letting the glass pierce my body.

He shoved me off and ran—not to me, but to Serena, who stood untouched a few feet away.

No one noticed me as the venue emptied.

With a shard of glass buried deep in my heart, I welcomed my ninety-ninth death.

It was alright. After this rebirth, I only had to die one more time, and I would have Noah back.

I had barely staggered to my feet when Orion’s call came through.

“Are you up? Serena and I are at City Center Hospital. Make some soup and bring it over. Now.”

His voice was laced with impatience, as if every word spoken to me was an agony. The fact that I had just died for him didn’t move him in the slightest.

I dragged my broken body home. Without even changing my blood-soaked clothes, I started making the soup. He was always like this, demanding that the food be made by my hand. If he found a single flaw, he’d throw the entire container, soup and all, in my face.

In my sixty-seventh life, he’d scalded my face so badly it left a permanent scar. He just laughed.

“What do you care? You’ll just die and reset anyway.”

When I arrived at the hospital, carrying the thermos, Orion was gently tending to Serena as she lay in bed.

He scowled the moment he saw me.

“You didn’t even change? What if you bring germs in here?”

Serena patted his hand softly, then gave me an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, Aurora. Orion is just worried about me.”