Picking Up the Shattered Night

On the helicopter ride back, I stayed quiet the whole time.

According to the strange text, I had to keep living numb and obediently for two more days, then die.

It said it would reward me with a second life.

That actually wasn’t hard.

After surviving until now, dying two days later made no difference.

As soon as I got off the helicopter, a tall figure blocked the cabin door.

The fake heir, Evan Gray, looked me up and down.

“You’re back?”

“Let me tell you, Claire and the others only agreed to bring you back because you’ve been obedient for the past three years.”