I Was the Rebound Husband - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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My blood ran cold the moment the words left Dylan's lips. How the hell does he know I'm a player from another world?
Dylan flashed a smug, mocking grin. "Surprised? Oh, you must be new. Didn't your system bother to warn you? I'm with the Anti-Conquest Alliance. Every single one of us has been screwed over by people like you. My job here? To make sure you fail. Wondering how I turned all your targets against you?"
No.
Feeling cocky, Dylan lit a cigarette and took a slow drag. "Truth is, they were crazy about you. Right when you were about to win, I told them the truth—well, my version of it. I said that if they ever truly fell in love with you, you'd vanish from this world forever."
He exhaled smoke, savoring his own cruelty. "Guess what they did? They knew you were innocent, but they couldn't bear to lose you. So they helped me break you instead. Pretty twisted, huh?"
His laughter was manic as he flicked the cigarette into the alcohol-filled bathtub. Flames erupted, searing my skin. "Don't worry, I'm not killing you. I want you to watch as I take everything from you—just like someone took everything from me. Fail enough times, and your system will wipe you out anyway."
The fire consumed me, turning my body into a charred wreck. Just before I blacked out, Dylan yanked me from the tub, injected me with something, then doused me in more alcohol. The pain was unbearable—white-hot agony shooting through every nerve.
I begged my system for answers. What's the Anti-Conquest Alliance? Why didn't you warn me? Can you help me?
The system sounded just as shocked. It admitted it was new, scrambling to connect to the network for intel. A moment later, it delivered the bad news: the alliance was backed by a rogue system designed to empower failures. They were too powerful. There was nothing it could do.
Trapped in despair, I endured Dylan's torture, unable to escape even through death.
On the day of the wedding, Dylan strutted in a custom-tailored suit, his grin dripping with malice. His assistants dressed me up, caked makeup over my burns, and pumped me full of sedatives before he leaned in. "Today's the big day—me and your 'wife.' You get a front-row seat to watch me steal your life."
He chuckled. "Oh, and she only agreed because I lied. Told her if she married me, your mission would fail, and you'd stay here forever with her. She actually bought it. Pathetic, right?"
Smug as ever, Dylan smuggled me into the venue. Between his goons and the drugs, I was powerless—forced to watch as Luna walked toward him, radiant in her wedding gown.
But the sedatives were losing their grip. My body was building resistance. If Dylan wasn't lying—if Luna still loved me—she'd save me if she saw the truth.
The second the guards glanced away, I threw myself to the ground, ripping off my clothes to reveal the burns. "Luna, he's lying! Look what he did to me! He's a player too—he just wants me dead!"
The room went dead silent.
Dylan's face twisted in panic. "Ryan, what the hell? You're the player! I'm trying to protect them!"
But Luna's eyes locked onto my wounds. Horror flashed across her face before she snapped into action, barking orders to her people. Violet, Bella, and Eliana burst forward, screaming my name.
Dylan snarled, shouting at his men to kill me. Chaos erupted.
As the drugs fully wore off, I saw one of his thugs lunging at the women with a knife. I didn't think—I just moved.
The blade sliced deep. Blood sprayed.
"RYAN! NO!" Their screams tore through the air.
Violet rushed to me, but it was too late. The knife had hit an artery. Even her skills couldn't undo the damage.
I reached weakly for their faces, my hand trembling before it fell. "Live… be happy. I'll see you… in another world."
Then, darkness.
This time, I woke up back in my original world. My system rewarded me for foiling the rogue system's plot, healing my body completely.
My sister cried tears of relief, hugging me like I'd come back from the dead.
That other world? It felt like a fever dream—one that had finally ended.
End.
Dylan flashed a smug, mocking grin. "Surprised? Oh, you must be new. Didn't your system bother to warn you? I'm with the Anti-Conquest Alliance. Every single one of us has been screwed over by people like you. My job here? To make sure you fail. Wondering how I turned all your targets against you?"
No.
Feeling cocky, Dylan lit a cigarette and took a slow drag. "Truth is, they were crazy about you. Right when you were about to win, I told them the truth—well, my version of it. I said that if they ever truly fell in love with you, you'd vanish from this world forever."
He exhaled smoke, savoring his own cruelty. "Guess what they did? They knew you were innocent, but they couldn't bear to lose you. So they helped me break you instead. Pretty twisted, huh?"
His laughter was manic as he flicked the cigarette into the alcohol-filled bathtub. Flames erupted, searing my skin. "Don't worry, I'm not killing you. I want you to watch as I take everything from you—just like someone took everything from me. Fail enough times, and your system will wipe you out anyway."
The fire consumed me, turning my body into a charred wreck. Just before I blacked out, Dylan yanked me from the tub, injected me with something, then doused me in more alcohol. The pain was unbearable—white-hot agony shooting through every nerve.
I begged my system for answers. What's the Anti-Conquest Alliance? Why didn't you warn me? Can you help me?
The system sounded just as shocked. It admitted it was new, scrambling to connect to the network for intel. A moment later, it delivered the bad news: the alliance was backed by a rogue system designed to empower failures. They were too powerful. There was nothing it could do.
Trapped in despair, I endured Dylan's torture, unable to escape even through death.
On the day of the wedding, Dylan strutted in a custom-tailored suit, his grin dripping with malice. His assistants dressed me up, caked makeup over my burns, and pumped me full of sedatives before he leaned in. "Today's the big day—me and your 'wife.' You get a front-row seat to watch me steal your life."
He chuckled. "Oh, and she only agreed because I lied. Told her if she married me, your mission would fail, and you'd stay here forever with her. She actually bought it. Pathetic, right?"
Smug as ever, Dylan smuggled me into the venue. Between his goons and the drugs, I was powerless—forced to watch as Luna walked toward him, radiant in her wedding gown.
But the sedatives were losing their grip. My body was building resistance. If Dylan wasn't lying—if Luna still loved me—she'd save me if she saw the truth.
The second the guards glanced away, I threw myself to the ground, ripping off my clothes to reveal the burns. "Luna, he's lying! Look what he did to me! He's a player too—he just wants me dead!"
The room went dead silent.
Dylan's face twisted in panic. "Ryan, what the hell? You're the player! I'm trying to protect them!"
But Luna's eyes locked onto my wounds. Horror flashed across her face before she snapped into action, barking orders to her people. Violet, Bella, and Eliana burst forward, screaming my name.
Dylan snarled, shouting at his men to kill me. Chaos erupted.
As the drugs fully wore off, I saw one of his thugs lunging at the women with a knife. I didn't think—I just moved.
The blade sliced deep. Blood sprayed.
"RYAN! NO!" Their screams tore through the air.
Violet rushed to me, but it was too late. The knife had hit an artery. Even her skills couldn't undo the damage.
I reached weakly for their faces, my hand trembling before it fell. "Live… be happy. I'll see you… in another world."
Then, darkness.
This time, I woke up back in my original world. My system rewarded me for foiling the rogue system's plot, healing my body completely.
My sister cried tears of relief, hugging me like I'd come back from the dead.
That other world? It felt like a fever dream—one that had finally ended.
End.
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