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My Best Friend and I Gave Up on Our Targets
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My name is Lin Xia, an ordinary office worker. Five years ago, my best friend Gao Yu and I accidentally crossed over to a parallel world. Our mission was to conquer our target characters. My target was the rising tech mogul Lu Jingxing, while Gao Yu's target was the popular star Wen Xuan.
For five years, nearly two thousand days and nights, we diligently played our respective roles. Gao Yu accompanied the originally gloomy youth as he transformed into a dazzling new star in the entertainment industry, while I built a technological empire with the reclusive genius. We tread carefully, advancing step by step, and finally, our progress bar was nearing 100%. The dawn of victory was just within reach.
But what was meant to come always arrives. The original female lead from the plot, Yun Xiaoxiao, crashed into our meticulously constructed world like a sudden meteorite. All our progress was instantly reset to zero.
I stood on the bridge spanning the river, the night wind howling, tangling my long hair. Gao Yu looked despondent as she gazed at the rushing waters below and murmured, "Five years, all wasted."
"System Prompt: Mission failed, returning to the real world soon." The cold mechanical voice pierced through our last glimmer of hope like a sharp knife.
Suddenly, Gao Yu's phone rang; it was Wen Xuan calling. Trembling, she answered the call, but a delicate voice came through on the other end. "Hello?"
It was Yun Xiaoxiao.
"Where's Wen Xuan?" Gao Yu's voice sounded hoarse.
"He's taking a shower," Yun Xiaoxiao replied playfully. "We just... got a bit intense and accidentally knocked over your skincare products. Sorry about that."
Gao Yu's face turned pale in an instant. "Whose phone is this?" Wen Xuan's voice called from inside.
Taking a deep breath, she said to Wen Xuan on the other end of the line, "Wen Xuan, we need to talk."
Wen Xuan's voice sounded somewhat impatient. "Talk about what?"
"What's going on with Yun Xiaoxiao?" Gao Yu's voice trembled slightly.
"Who she is has nothing to do with you," Wen Xuan replied coldly. "I never forced you to pursue me."
Tears streamed down Gao Yu's face.
"Okay, I understand," she choked out. "I give up."
Without hesitation, Wen Xuan hung up the phone.
Gao Yu leaned weakly against the bridge railing, silent tears falling.
"Let's go home," I said gently, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
Gao Yu nodded.
Five years. We had struggled in this false world for five years. In the end, this was the outcome we received.
"System Prompt: System link failure."
A cold, mechanical voice echoed emotionlessly.
I froze. System failure? What did that mean?
"System Prompt: Conflict in world rules detected, emergency plan initiated."
"System Prompt: Method of death modified to cancer."
Cancer? My mind buzzed as I struggled to comprehend the meaning of those words.
"System Prompt: Please return to the real world as soon as possible."
Suddenly, Gao Yu clutched her chest and began to cough violently. Her face turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
"Gao Yu!" I exclaimed, rushing to support her.
"I... I'm fine," Gao Yu said weakly, her voice trembling severely.
Her breathing was rapid and heavy, as if she were exhausting all her strength.
We went to the hospital, and the doctor's diagnosis was: Stage IV Lung Cancer.
I soon found out I had Stage IV Stomach Cancer as well, though my symptoms were not as severe as Gao Yu's.
"Don't be afraid, I'll always be with you."
Where had that unreliable system gone? Why didn't it block Gao Yu's pain?
I looked at her increasingly gaunt face, my heart aching like a knife.
If I hadn't crossed over to this damned alternate world, perhaps none of this would have happened.
One day, I accompanied Gao Yu for a follow-up appointment at the hospital.
On our way home, we unexpectedly ran into Wen Xuan.
He was laughing and joking with a girl as they walked out of an upscale restaurant.
That girl was none other than Yun Xiaoxiao.
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