He Faked a Disease to Test Me for Three Years, I Used the Time to Earn My Escape Chapter 13
I finally said everything I had been holding back.
“As the System, you accepted the commission and assigned the mission, but you failed to warn me of critical information.”
“Your mission was for me to fulfill the original Ivy’s wish to go home.”
“Her parents were never dead. Her sister was never dead. Her brother was never sick. You never mentioned any of that.”
“You watched me get up at four-thirty in the morning to make milk deliveries. You watched me chew on cheap dinner rolls to save money for medication. You watched me nearly kill myself trying to fill a hole that never existed.”
“I survived in that awful little rental room for three years, and you just watched.”
“You were waiting for me to complete the mission, but what if I had died before I managed to finish it?”
“Wouldn’t that mean the commission failed, I lost my reward, and your performance metrics fell short too?”
The System was left speechless.
After a stretch of silence, the System spoke again.
[Generating compensation protocol.]
[During the mission period, the Host suffered severe physical depletion and psychological harm due to missing critical information. The case qualifies under Special Compensation Clause 37.]
[Compensation calculation complete. Settlement amount: seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Funds will be issued in a form the Host can receive in her current world.]
This time, I was the one left stunned.
I had basically been complaining. I had not expected to receive compensation.
Looking at the deposit notification that had just arrived on my phone, I asked,
“Where did this money come from?”
[Compensation funds were drawn from Whitmore family assets after lawful liquidation. The funds were held in System custody and transferred across worlds.]
[The source is lawful. The Host will not be subject to any recovery claims.]
So it was the Whitmores’ money.
I had thought I could not take anything from that world with me.
I never expected it to appear in this form.
After thinking for a moment, I still asked the System, “What about the other Ivy? Is she still there? Is she okay?”
The System seemed to search for an answer. After a while, it replied.
[Ivy’s consciousness has entered a world highly compatible with her core will.]
[There is no record of abduction and no residual traumatic memory.]
[She is now living an entirely new life, with a happy family and loved ones who cherish her.]
I let out a long breath. “That’s good.”
I did not want to know what would happen to the Whitmore family after that.
But knowing that the other Ivy was living well made me genuinely happy for her.
Just as I was considering how to spend the money, someone called out to me,
“Ivy, what are you zoning out for? Let’s go home.”
I came back to myself, took the bag of groceries from Mason, and answered in a bright voice, “Okay. Let’s go home.”