Chapter 1

Bella took thirty seconds to accept reality.

Firstly, she would never hang an enlarged wedding photo at the head of the bed.

Secondly, her home decor could not have turned into this typical nouveau riche style overnight. Bella looked at the large, colorful "Prosperity of Flowers" cross-stitch on the wall and felt her eyes had nowhere to rest.

Lastly, Bella asked herself that even if disaster struck and she became a fool, it would never be157 who would marry her.

After all, regardless of character, her beauty and wealth were enough for her to be choosy about more than ninety percent of men.

If these external conditions could still be explained by friends colluding with parents as a prank, then looking at her hands, which were once slender, white, and flawless like jade, now covered with thin calluses and fine lines, she had to face reality.

Bellas eyes went black. The beauty she had spent so much time and energy maintaining was her bottom line that she could never trample on. If it werent for the composure she had cultivated from being with many boyfriends and the calmness from dealing with countless disastrous situations, she would have really fainted.

She quickly ran to the mirror in the wardrobe and was relieved to see that the person in the mirror, though a bit haggard with a hint of sorrow in her eyebrows, was not too bad-looking. After all, the foundation was there.

Give Bella a few months, and she would probably be able to recover to the dazzling appearance she knew.

However, the clothes on her body were really shabby, a plain light-colored dress that, even if not a cheap brand, had washed the cuffs white. The excellent tailoring and version of the brand had lost their uniqueness after many washes. It looked no different from a $19.99 dress with free shipping on Some Treasure.

A blue floral lace-edged apron was tied around her waist.

If it werent for the large wedding photo in the bedroom, with the bride clearly being her face, Bella would have thought her family had fallen from grace and she had become a nanny.

She smelled herself and detected a faint scent of food, something that only a housewife who spends a lot of time in the kitchen would have.

Bellas scalp numbed, and she immediately went into the bathroom, turned on the water, quickly took off her clothes, squeezed out body wash, and scrubbed herself vigorously.

Only then did the system come online, with an androgynous mechanical voice that was slightly proud, "Does the host now believe what I said?"

Yes, Bella recalled while applying body wash for the second time.

The deal before losing consciousness, the binding, was not a dream, nor a hallucination of the survival instinct.

She was indeed dead, and her soul was bound by a being called the "Punish Scum System," which said that as long as she completed tasks and accumulated enough points, she could exchange them for a resurrection voucher.

Bella, with wealth and beauty, always had boyfriends in their early twenties (please use plural here), living a luxurious life and experiencing joys unimaginable to others, was naturally life-loving.

She had never bowed her head much in her life, but the situation was stronger than the person. Although such a prop that could resurrect people was obviously not easy to get, and the systems motives were unclear, it was an opportunity in front of her, and she had to treat it carefully.

Thinking of this, Bella smiled at the mirror. This body was identical to her own. Although the condition might be insufficient, Bella was confident that even if her beauty was discounted by thirty percent, she would still be stunning.

Her smile was not flattering, but sincere and easy to make people feel good and let their guard down.

She also spoke sincerely: "Its really great to be true. I dont know why I was chosen, but I am grateful for the opportunity to be resurrected, and I sincerely thank you and the organization or team behind you. This is a genuine gift of rebirth, and I hope for more guidance in the future."

"Ah? Oh!" The systems voice was a bit dazed and hesitant, even the cold mechanical quality couldnt cover it up.

Bellas eyes flashed, and she couldnt see clearly in the mist. First, it can be determined that this so-called system is not a group of cold codes or data, but an intelligent creature with emotions.

The system was quite flattered. It was not a novice and had been through hundreds of hosts, but this was the first time it had seen such a sensible one.

Most people, when they first accept the news of their own death, can hardly stay calm. Even those who are eager to escape their life circle, or those who were originally poor and suddenly face a situation of sudden wealth, or those who are calm and smart.

At the beginning, they may find it hard to accept, or be ecstatic, or test themselves against each other. The one who can reach a consensus so simply and directly without saying a word is the first one.

Plus Bellas own beauty and charm, the system felt that the data department finally did something right and assigned it a worry-free host.

At this time, Bella also came out of the bath, dried herself, and made sure there was no lingering smell of kitchen fumes before she rummaged through the wardrobe for clothes that were still acceptable to wear.

As she blew her hair, she communicated with the system: "Arent we supposed to complete tasks? I just checked the personal information of the task targets. Apart from being married, they are almost the same as me. Is this a coincidence?"

"No, this is one of the countless parallel worlds where the host itself is."

"Although you have been chosen as the host, you and I are not completely bound. The task performer has undisclosed complex selection criteria and a corresponding adaptation period. To adapt to the increasingly difficult tasks in the future and improve the systems work efficiency, we must ensure that the host really has the ability to complete the tasks."

"The reason for choosing the parallel world is that although the trajectory is different, after all, before the fate of the branches begins to deviate, the host can fully understand the situation, and all difficulties are minimized."

Bella paused as she dried her hair: "Im so miserable in this parallel world?"

"This is the worst one." The system didnt say much and directly transmitted the data to Bella.

It doesnt take much time to accept and digest the data, but after reading it, Bella was so angry that she trembled all over.

She didnt know what was wrong with herself in this world. She was clearly rich and powerful, but she grew up with a timid and indecisive character.

Since high school, she was fooled by the157 who was admitted to their private because of his grades, and she was blind to the fact that it was the plastic sister 6 who bullied her in the second year...

Of course, this ranking is Bellas own. In this world, the original owner has only this one friend since childhood and has always believed in her.

Bella recalled her high school days, and there was no such thing, but on the other hand, she should be grateful if she didnt mess with others. With the appearance of sister number six, who has higher ambitions than fate, she wouldnt last a round under Bellas hands.

Later, that guys family went bankrupt and went abroad to avoid debts, and he just came back recently, having made several dates with her. Bella went to one appointment. Although the other partys intention to return to the circle was obvious, there was no place for her in the circle.

Forcibly squeezing in is probably not even as good as her followers who were secretly talked about before.

Speaking of 157, I do remember that he is a pretty guy who likes to show off to her but wants to hold on to his posture.

Looking at the compilation and ranking of this spare tire, it is known that he doesnt even have the qualification to interact with Bella.

Bella has seen a lot of guys who want to rely on her to struggle for eight lifetimes, but pretend