My Mother Killed Me 99 Times

I was eight years old when our family ran out of food for three days.

Just before fainting from hunger, my sister Olivia suddenly opened her eyes and claimed she had bound herself to the Torment System.

Weakly, she told Mother that if they killed me, food would appear in the house.

Mother didn’t hesitate. Her hands closed around my throat.

The suffocation jolted me awake from sleep.

I saw Mother’s twisted face.

Her fingers dug into my neck like iron clamps.

I struggled desperately, but no sound escaped me.

My vision blurred.

The last thing I saw was Olivia’s eerie smile.

When I woke again, the house was stocked with food.

Roast chicken, braised pork, steaming rice—all laid out on the dining table.

They feasted while I watched.

Mother tore off a chicken leg for Olivia.

Olivia wrinkled her nose at the chicken oysters.

"Give those to her."

Mother tossed the greasy scraps at my feet.

"Eat. Don’t waste it."

I cradled the cold chicken oysters as tears dripped onto the glistening skin.

From that day on, every time Olivia wanted something, I had to die.

A new dress.

A new phone.

A luxury car.

A mansion.

Mother killed me in every way imaginable.

Burning.

Stabbing.

Drowning.

Each death brought obscene wealth.

After I was killed countless times, my sister has become mother's lucky star, and spoiled as a little princess.

It turned out that my sister has bound the Torment System.

As long as she let mother kill me 99 times, she can get tens of billions of wealth.

But they didn't know that my sister's system also bound me.

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The ninety-seventh time, a truck crushed me.