Blurb：
When Zachary’s transmigrator mother revealed her secret mission to win his father’s heart, their family’s fate hung in the balance. But behind her apparent sacrifice lay a deeper truth—System Uncle’s real quest demanded his father’s eternal regret. As Zachary pushed his mother away with cruel words about Aunt Melanie, he orchestrated the ultimate sacrifice to grant her a healthy heart in her original world. Now, with his mother gone and his body failing, Zachary faces the consequences of his heartbreaking choice. Can a child’s love transcend worlds, or will the System’s cold logic erase their bond forever?
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Mom told me she was a transmigrator from another world, and her mission was to win Dad’s heart.
Though she succeeded in marrying Dad and having me, she decided to stay for us, betting her life on it.
If Dad loved her for a lifetime, she would win.
If his love disappeared, she would lose.
Losing meant being erased by the System.
Five years later, Dad fell in love with another woman.
And I also blamed Mom for not being as good as Dad’s true love.
“Mom, why don’t you ever dress up? You’re so much uglier than Aunt Melanie.”
“All you do is boss me around. Aunt Melanie takes me to amusement parks.”
I shoved Mom, and ran into my room, not wanting Mom to see tears streaming down my face.
I locked the door and slid down to the floor.
“Zachary, it’s Mom! Open the door!”
“If you’re going to be this difficult, I’m leaving. Don’t you dare regret it.”
I covered my mouth hard with my chubby little hands, not letting a single sound escape.
Until I heard a cold snort outside, and footsteps fading away.
The next day, when Dad came home from his date with his true love and knocked my door, I woke up and realized I’d been sitting on the floor all night.
“Zachary, open up. I know you’re in there.”
I rubbed my numb legs, stood up shakily, and opened the door.
“Where’s Mom?”
Dad’s eyes were bloodshot, his face stern. I could see the fear in his trembling lips.
“Mom…” My voice was hoarse from crying all night. “She’s gone.”
Dad’s face turned pale. He knelt down and gripped my shoulders tightly.
“What do you mean, where did she go?”
“I drove her away. She went back to her world.”
Saying those words took everything out of me.
Through Dad’s terrified eyes, I saw my own pale, calm face.
From now on, I was a motherless child.
Kids at kindergarten said life without a mom was awful—never getting enough food or warm clothes.
But I was the one who’d pushed Mom away.
My heart ached so badly.
Before I passed out, I saw Dad’s pained, frantic face.
When I woke up again, I was on a ventilator, which kept me in bed, unable to move freely.
Dad said it was helping me breathe.
So the pain must be punishment for driving Mom away.
“Zachary, why did you do it? You knew Mom could’ve left even if you didn’t push her.”
“Because… I wanted Mom to be healthy.”
A few words drained all my energy.
Hearing that, Dad burst into tears. I wanted to wipe them away, but I was too tired to lift my chubby arms.
Mom once told me she was a transmigrator from another world.
She had already completed her mission of winning Dad’s heart. But she couldn’t bear to leave us, so she stayed in this world.
But I could hear Mom talk with System Uncle. Mom was lying.
Her true mission was to make Dad regret cheating, and to make him chase after her, living in endless remorse.
If she succeeded, she could return to her world and get a huge bonus.
Besides that major quest, she had a side quest: making me also regret getting her out, and live in poverty.
In her original world, she had a heart condition. The reward of completing side quest was getting a healthy body.
So I figured I should act like I hated Mom and made her leave.
And Dad actually didn’t really fell for his “true love”. He dated her because I’d told him about the truth of Mom’s mission.
Dad and I both wanted Mom to achieve her wish. We wanted her to be happy.
So we acted together to make her leave.
Now that she’d left.
After Mom’s leaving, I slept longer and longer. I ate less and less.
Mom always said I was too fat and wouldn’t let me eat. But I was always so hungry I couldn’t sleep. So, Nanny would sneak me snacks.
I kept getting chubbier, which made Mom unhappy. Eventually, Nanny was let go.
Now that Mom had left, I was thin—my arms as skinny as chicken claws.
Dad cried whenever he looked at me.
I thought if my arms were thinner, I could wipe his tears.
But I still couldn’t lift them.
In just a month, Dad’s handsome face became scruffy with beard, his stylish black hair now streaked with gray.
He took care of me every day, told me stories, talked with me.
Even though I couldn’t move, it was the happiest month of my life.
I’d always slept alone since I was little.
Mom said boys need to be independent, but I was scared.
Every night, I’d hide under the covers, cry until I fell asleep.
In kindergarten, other kids said they slept with their parents.
Their moms and dads told them bedtime stories—I’d never heard one.
When they asked me, I’d act cool and say I didn’t like stories.
Turns out, stories are wonderful. I did like them.
A few days later, Grandma came to see me.
I hardly ever saw her. Mom called her an old witch who’d hit and scold me.
When I was younger, I didn’t understand—I’d scream and cry when I saw Grandma, afraid she’d take me away.
So she stopped visiting.
Now, seeing her tearful but loving eyes, I knew she loved me.
I wanted to say sorry for having called her an old witch these years.
But it was too late—I couldn’t speak anymore.
Until one day, I suddenly felt full of energy, even sitting up by myself.
“Dad.”
Hearing me speak, Dad’s red eyes welled up with tears instantly.
“Zachary, Dad’s here.”
“Dad, I miss Mom. Is she happy now?”
“She must be. She always wanted to go back. You let her go—she must be happy.”
“Yeah, I heard her tell System Uncle that if I became a bad kid who didn’t like her, she could go back and enjoy life.”
“Dad, what’s ‘enjoy life’?”
I didn’t hear what Dad said in reply, because I closed my eyes forever.
What did death mean to a six-year-old? I didn’t know.
I just felt I’d left my body.
Now I was transparent, watching Dad scream and cry, holding my body.
Watching Grandma collapse into a chair.
Watching doctors and nurses wipe their tears.
I wanted to comfort everyone, but no one could hear me.
I tried to hug Dad, but my arms went right through him.
So I learned from others that I was dead.
But I wasn’t sad—because I could fly now, just like the kites other kids flew.
And I could follow Dad everywhere.
He cremated me and buried me in the ground.
Then he returned home and drank all day.
His beard grew longer. I didn’t like it—he didn’t look handsome anymore, more like a homeless man.
Grandma came, yelled at him, and eventually Dad got better.
He shaved his beard, cut his hair, put on new clothes.
I followed him to work, stayed by his side as he worked day and night.
But I still didn’t like it—Dad never smiled anymore.
Aunt Melanie came to see him many times, but Dad never saw her.
Mom once told me Melanie was Dad’s true love.
Whenever Mom said it, she’d grit her teeth angrily, but then laugh happily with the System Uncle.
Mom was always gloomy and quiet. She was only happy when chatting with System Uncle.
And to make her happy, Dad dated with Melanie, his so-called true love, while I acted more and more spoiled, pretended to like Aunt Melanie.
The day she left, I leaned against the door and heard her excitedly tell System Uncle that all quests were complete—she could go home and enjoy life.
Even though I missed her so much, I was glad Mom was finally happy forever.
“Mr. Johnson, Ms. Rivers is here again. She says if you won’t see her, she’ll wait.”
“Let her in,” Dad took off his glasses, rubbed his temples.
“Logan, after a year, you finally see me?”
It was Aunt Melanie. I didn’t really like her, but she bought me lots of snacks and took me to amusement parks I’d never been to.
“I’m busy. You have five minutes.”
Dad had changed.
He used to always smile. Now he had wrinkles at his eyes, always looking serious. Everyone was afraid of him.
“Amanda left without a word, and Zachary’s been gone a year. You can’t stay sad forever.”
Aunt Melanie was furious, not gentle like before.
“Melanie, I think you’ve misunderstood.”
“I loved my wife deeply, loved my son deeply. What I did with you was just an act to fulfill my wife’s wish.”
“I’m sorry I used you. Maybe Zachary’s death is my punishment.”
“Here’s five million—compensation for your distress.”
“Let’s not meet again.”
Dad tossed her a check. I knew it was money.
I didn’t know how much five million was, just like I didn’t know how much a billion was.
Actually, I really wanted to tell Mom back then: Don’t go. I’ll give you a billion, ten billion, a hundred billion later.
But Dad said I must never let Mom know I could hear System Uncle, or she’d disappear immediately and we’d never find her.
Later, Dad gave Mom black cards, lots of houses, big shiny jewelry. I liked them.
Nanny said I couldn’t play with those cards—one piece was worth two billion.
I thought Nanny was lying, because Mom still wasn’t happy. She still wanted System Uncle’s billion.
Dad once asked me hopefully if Mom had given up on leaving.
When I told him the truth, the smile vanished from his face.
After that, he never gave Mom gifts again.
He found Aunt Melanie to be his true love
So Mom was happy.
Even though she fought with Dad, cried every day.
I knew she was actually thrilled.
Because that was what she and System Uncle had planned.
After that, she treated me worse and worse.
I knew she wanted me to become the spoiled brat she and System Uncle talked about.
Five years passed.
Dad’s company grew bigger and bigger.
More people listened to him.
I hadn’t changed at all, but following Dad to work every day, I learned a lot.
I knew Dad was now worth billions, a famous eligible bachelor.
Sometimes I thought about Mom, wondered if she was enjoying life.
Unexpectedly, I saw her again soon.
One night, I followed Dad home.
At the doorstep, I saw Mom and a child.
Mom wore heavy makeup, looking bright and beautiful.
But I immediately noticed the crow’s feet at her eyes.
How did I know they were crow’s feet? Over the years, when bored, I’d fly around Dad’s office building, listening to people talk.
The ladies said crow’s feet meant aging, every woman’s enemy.
Dad clearly froze when he saw Mom and the child.
“Logan, never thought you’d see me again, huh?”
“Where’s Zachary? Is he inside?”
“Still so rude, that kid.”
Mom looked arrogant, but her words made me sad.
I’d always been well-behaved and polite.
Except when I little and thought Grandma was a witch, and when I acted spoiled to help Mom complete her task.
“Why are you back?”
Dad stood in the shadows. I couldn’t see his face, but his cold voice held a hint of shock.
“Why can’t I come back?”
“Logan, you cheated, your son drove me away—regret it now?”
“I gave so much for you, almost got erased by the System. Even if you two kneel and beg, I won’t forgive you.”
Mom seemed unfamiliar now. Maybe too much time had passed—I’d forgotten what she used to be like.
“Why did you come back?” Dad’s voice trembled.
“Mom, I’m scared,” the child beside Mom called out.
So he was also Mom’s child.
Mom immediately softened, picked him up gently and kissed his forehead.
Under the light, the scene made my heart ache. Good thing I couldn’t cry anymore.
So this was motherly love. She’d rarely been this gentle with me.
“Is he your child?” Dad asked in an unsteady voice.
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