I’d transmigrated into the role of an overpowered hero’s spoiled fiancé.
A spoiled fiancé riddled with poison, with only three years left to live.
The system told me: [Host, your mission is to play the spoiled brat.
Make the protagonist’s life difficult and toughen him up mentally.]
[When the poison kills you, you’ll receive a generous reward~] [Friendly reminder: you’re not allowed to seriously harm the protagonist.
The system will stop you.]
In other words, I was supposed to light a fire under him without actually burning him.
So I threw tantrums every day.
“I want that merfolk pearl.
It matches my clothes.”
“What did I do in my past eight lives to deserve a penniless fiancé like you?”
“Your life’s ambition should be to keep me in comfort!”
Three years later, the hero had made a name for himself.
I lay back and waited to die.
The system screamed.
[Host!
Where did all your poison go?!]
