Turning Into A Robot For Love

Chapter 1

[1]

My boyfriend wanted me to trade my life for his first love.

I stayed silent, and he grew anxious.

"You've traded your life for mine twice before and came out fine, didn't you? You won't die, so why not help her out?"

"Verena, I never thought you'd be so selfish, letting someone suffer when you could easily help!"

What he didn't know was that after each life swap, I had actually died.

The only reason I could come back to life those two times was because of the system.

As long as he spent one birthday with me, I would gain another year of life.

He had promised to be by my side every year on my birthday.

Not wanting to make him sad, I repeatedly confirmed that he would be with me on my birthday before agreeing to the life swap.

Next week was my birthday, and the system instructed me to remain in a robotic body, waiting for revival.

But he completely forgot about me.

On my birthday, he held a wedding with his first love, Sylvie. The front page of the newspaper was covered with their wedding photos.

Afraid I might cause trouble, he sent me a message warning me, "Sylvie's health is poor. We're having this wedding to fulfill her wish. Please don't cause any trouble."

But how could a dead person cause trouble?

I didn't cause any trouble.

But when my boyfriend saw my robotic body, he almost went crazy.

[2]

"Verena, if you give your life to save Sylvie, I'll marry you immediately!"

Oliver's brows were furrowed, his face full of suppressed frustration. Even though he was asking for my help, he still acted superior.

Sylvie lay on the hospital bed, her face pale and her breathing shallow, as if she could die any second. Yet, she still managed to put on an act.

"Oliver, forget it. Don't make things difficult for Verena. Even if she doesn't die, she has no obligation to save me."

"Once I'm gone, you two can be together without any more arguments over me..."

Oliver's face was as hard as stone. "Verena, this isn't about petty jealousy; it's a matter of life and death! Can you stop being so stubborn?"

So he knew it was a matter of life and death. But wasn't my life important too?

Just because I wouldn't die, does that mean my life can be taken so easily?

But I could feel pain.

Giving my life to someone else means I have to endure all the pain they would feel before dying.

I struggled to open my mouth. "Oliver, I'm scared..."

The pain that could take a life is immense. I had experienced it twice before.

I was truly terrified.

Oliver showed no concern for me; instead, he looked impatient.

"Verena, why are you being so dramatic? You've done it before, so what's there to be afraid of now?"

"Is it that you just don't want to save Sylvie?"

He closed his eyes and steeled himself. "As long as you save Sylvie, I'll agree to marry you and make you Mrs. Harris!"

"Verena, isn't that what you want? I promise you!"

Sylvie clung to Oliver's hand, her face determined. "No! I can't let you make such a sacrifice! I'd rather die!"

Oliver stroked Sylvie's head gently. "Don't say such foolish things. I won't let you die."

One cried while the other comforted, like lovers who had been through countless trials. And I was the heartless villain who refused to save her.

Even though Sylvie's illness wasn't my fault.

Even though Oliver was my fiancé, and we had planned to marry next year.

I was still the villain.

Maybe it was because I had always been obedient, humble, and eager to please around Oliver.

So I couldn't refuse him.

Besides, I really couldn't live without him.

Watching them hold hands, I clenched my fists.

"I agree. I'll save her."

Sylvie's eyes lit up with joy. "Really, Verena? Thank you for saving me..."

"Don't thank her!"

Oliver interrupted her, turning to look down at me with a hint of mockery on his face.

"Verena, don't make yourself out to be so noble. It's just a transaction; you don't deserve to call it saving."

"Congratulations, you're finally getting what you wanted, Mrs. Harris."

Chapter 2

The physical pain came so swiftly that I had no time to dwell on the metaphorical knife Oliver had plunged into my heart.

I was admitted to the hospital, gritting my teeth to endure the agony that should have belonged to Sylvie. This was the backlash of the system's power; no medical equipment could detect any abnormalities, and painkillers were ineffective.

Oliver instructed the hospital to give me a private room, then left with the newly revived Sylvie.

Before leaving, Sylvie feigned concern, asking, "Are you sure it's okay to leave her like this? She looks like she's in a lot of pain."

Oliver dismissed her worries, "Don't worry about her. She was fine the last two times. It's only this time, when saving you, that she's in so much pain. I don't know who she's trying to fool."

"Let's go. I promised to take you out for some fresh air."

I forced a bitter smile.

I had exchanged my life for Oliver's twice before, not wanting to burden him with guilt, and only reappeared once I had recovered. I never expected this to become evidence for his malicious assumptions about me.

He never visited me again.

In that claustrophobic hospital room, I became swollen and jaundiced. My waist ached as if it were being drilled into, and all my joints felt like they were being slowly sliced and ground by blades.

I couldn't sleep, couldn't eat, and sometimes the pain was so intense that I couldn't breathe.

Sylvie, however, wouldn't let me be. She feigned kindness, constantly sending videos of Oliver to the nurses, ordering them to make sure I watched them.

This was the Harris family's hospital; the nurses didn't dare disobey.

Thus, my suffering had a soundtrack.

In a restaurant.

"Oliver, why hasn't Verena been discharged yet? Could she really be sick?"

Oliver snorted, "The hospital equipment can't find anything wrong with her. She's as healthy as a horse. Sick? What a joke. Don't worry about her. Look at yourself, you're so thin it breaks my heart."

In a bar.

"Oliver, truth or dare! Be honest, how did Verena manage to win you over? She must have some extraordinary qualities, right?"

Oliver laughed maliciously, "She does, especially in bed. Want to give it a try?"

"Oliver, you're so bad! Haha!"

Every word was a precise humiliation.

Sometimes, I couldn't even tell if it was my heart or my body that hurt more.

Both pains pierced through my very soul.

The system scolded me for saving Sylvie.

I didn't want to save this manipulative woman who constantly stirred trouble between Oliver and me either.

But I had no choice.

If I didn't save her, Oliver would definitely break up with me.

Without him, I couldn't survive.

When the system brought me to this world, my original body was already on the brink of death.

Only by winning over Oliver, staying with him, and having him accompany me on my birthday each year could I gain another year of life.

My life depended on him.

The system sighed and said, "As usual, after these few days, your body will die. I'll insert your memory chip into a lifelike robot. You'll have to be a robot for a few days."

"Luckily, your next birthday is in just ten days. Once that scumbag spends your birthday with you, you'll be revived."

The unbearable pain lasted for three whole days.

When I was discharged, no one could tell that I was now a robot.

No one came to pick me up, so I went home alone.

When I opened the door, the lights were dim, and the air was filled with the aroma of food.

The dining table was set with gourmet dishes, and candles flickered romantically.

Oliver and Sylvie sat at the table, her hand resting on his shoulder, the light reflecting off the engagement ring on her finger piercing my eyes.

It was my cherished engagement ring.

Chapter 3

1. The air instantly turned cold.

Oliver's previously tender expression vanished as he said indifferently, "So, you finally decided to leave the hospital."

Sylvie waved cheerfully, "Come on, Verena, join us for a bite."

She acted so familiar and enthusiastic, as if she were the true mistress of the house.

I was still getting used to my latest robotic body, and my walking was a bit awkward.

Sylvie burst into laughter, "Oliver, look at the way she walks. Doesn't she remind you of that stray dog that got caught stealing food and ended up limping?"

She sat in my home, mocking me, while my fiancé remained indifferent, even chuckling along.

"Verena, do you think you're funny? There's nothing wrong with you, yet you pretend to be sick and stay in the hospital just to get my attention?"

He glanced at me with disdain, "Why bother? It's pointless. In the end, you still came out looking pathetic."

Yes, it was quite pointless.

Especially now, with this robotic body, I couldn't even feel the physical pain of a broken heart.

I accidentally tripped over my own feet and stumbled forward, heading straight for Oliver's arm.

Suddenly, Sylvie stuck out her leg, and I crashed headfirst into the dining table.

My forehead hit the table corner hard, and the dishes clattered to the floor.

Sylvie screamed, "Ah, it's so hot!"

Oliver immediately stood up and grabbed her hand, "Let me see, where does it hurt?"

I didn't feel any pain, just the embarrassment of lying on the floor in an awkward position, struggling to control my body to stand up.

How could it be hot? The food had been sitting out for ages.

Oliver, usually so astute, was repeatedly deceived by her foolish and pretentious lies.

He seemed to revel in it.

Sylvie's eyes reddened as she looked at me with grievance, "Verena, if you don't like me being here, you could have just said so. Why make such a scene?"

She touched her hand and suddenly realized, "Is it because I'm wearing your ring? You misunderstood. I wanted to buy one too, and since our finger sizes are similar, I borrowed it from Oliver to try it on."

"Verena, don't overthink it. I'll give it back to you right away."

She pretended to take off the ring, but Oliver stopped her.

"There's no need to return it! It's yours now!"

He looked at me coldly, as if I were an unsightly stain on a spotless floor, "Verena, I thought you had come back with a clear mind, but you're still so petty and jealous."

"Sylvie just borrowed the ring, and you deliberately tried to burn her. I've never seen anyone as malicious as you!"

Sylvie feigned concern, "Don't be mad, Oliver. Go check if Verena is hurt. I heard a loud thud when she fell."

The floor was covered in soup and grease, and I was drenched in food, struggling to get up, slipping with every step.

Oliver's eyes flashed with disgust, "She deserves it! She tried to harm you but ended up hurting herself. She should learn a lesson! Don't worry about her."

"What a waste of food."

I thought numbly, now I was worth less than a single strand of Sylvie's hair, even less than this table full of food.

All my years of heartfelt devotion had turned into a joke.

Seeing me silent, Oliver grew even angrier, looking down at me with his arms crossed, "Doing something like this is truly disgraceful."

"Verena, don't you think you owe Sylvie an apology?"

I doubted my ears.

She was in my home, wearing my ring, holding my man, and she injured me, yet I had to apologize to her.

It was absurd that Oliver could say something so ridiculous.

His blind indulgence of Sylvie had reached an absurd level.

A surge of anger rose within me, but it dissipated like a cloud before it could erupt.

The system had maxed out my emotional threshold, making sure I stayed rational and emotionless.

He couldn't stand my emotional outbursts over the years, so he had the system make this adjustment for me.

I opened my mouth and mechanically said, "I'm sorry."

Sylvie smiled triumphantly.

Oliver, however, grew even angrier, "Stop pretending! Everyone knows your petty, jealous nature! Now you're acting all pitiful and magnanimous, thinking I'll feel sorry for you? Dream on!"

I didn't understand what he was angry about.

He had repeatedly trampled on and humiliated me. Once, I had been heartbroken and fought back fiercely, which only made him escalate his provocations.

Later, I gave up, stopped fighting, and admitted defeat.

But even winning didn't seem to make him happy.

He used to call me crazy, and now he was irritated that I wasn't acting crazy.

It seemed like nothing I did was right.

Oliver, seething with anger, pushed me aside and helped Sylvie upstairs, leaving me with, "Clean up the mess on the floor. It's an eyesore."

"Such a buzzkill."

It was indeed embarrassing to ruin the mood of my fiancé and his lover in my own home.

I looked at the mess on the floor and thought, the world had finally gone mad in unimaginable ways.