The Canary's Fourth Flight Chapter 2

Seeing that Arthur was indeed interested in that girl, both the System and I breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed completing the mission was just around the corner.

No one knows how I survived my first three lives.

To complete this mission, I had painstakingly racked my brains!

In the plot, Arthur was a dark, cold, psychopathic obsessive, and I was the pitiful canary forced into his twisted love.

My only main quest could be perfectly summarized in three words:

Canary's Great Escape.

I had to escape from Arthur.

In the first three lives, the more he forced me, the more fiercely I resisted.

In the first life, I was constantly imprisoned by his side.

When I finally found an opportunity to jump into the ocean, he grabbed onto me tightly.

In the struggle, we were both swept away by the waves, ultimately dying together.

The ocean was turbulent.

He whispered gently in my ear: "Dying with you is a kind of happiness."

In the second life, I struck first, seizing an opportunity to poison him.

Before he died, he stared at me obsessively and smiled: "I had it notarized. After I die, all my property goes to you. But if you dare use my money to keep other men, I won't let you go, even as a ghost."

Arthur died.

But the System judged the mission a failure.

Because I had to escape him while he was alive for the mission to be considered complete.

In the third life, I exhausted myself designing countless escape plans.

Every single time, Arthur caught me.

He would pinch my jaw, his expression ruthless, full of hostility.

In his fury, my face crumpled in pain.

He would eventually let go, stroking my cheek, his voice carrying a chill: "Iris, stay by my side like a good girl, and I can give you anything. Why not try... loving me?"

Later, my wrists and ankles were entirely bound by chains.

Like a ragdoll, I was confined to his side. With no freedom, I could only endure his moods.

I hated him so much my teeth ached.

In the end, unable to control myself, I found another chance to poison him, killing him again.

And so, the fourth life began.

Fine.

Since the hard way didn't work, I'd try the soft way!

In this life, as he wished, I obediently stayed by his side.

I stopped thinking about running away and instead tried to 'love' him.

And sure enough, Arthur got bored.

He liked the bird that was caged but yearned for freedom, the bird that would stubbornly resist even if it meant smashing its head against the bars until it bled.

Not a tamed, obedient pet.

I sighed inwardly.

If I had known it was this simple, I would have compromised in the first life!