After Robbing My Immortality, My Boyfriend Crumbled in Regret

The moment I screamed that final warning, pain overwhelmed me—and I blacked out.

I didn’t know how long I was unconscious.

When I woke up, I found myself submerged inside a giant tank.

Over the centuries, I’ve died countless times. But I always come back.

Exactly twenty-four hours after each death, my body revives. Whether I’m buried in freezing water, sticky mud, or the filth of the sewers, as long as the world hasn’t ended, even if I’m reduced to ashes—just a speck of dust—I will come back.

This time, I had been placed in a tank filled with formalin.

My hollowed-out corpse floated inside like some grotesque exhibit.

Little by little, I began to awaken again even though my body was still paralyzed.

Then I heard Santiago’s voice—cold, indifferent.

He was nearby.

The lid of the tank had already been lifted, and he’d looked at me once.

Through the reflection in his eyes, I caught a glimpse of myself—and recoiled in horror.

My once 170-centimeter-tall frame had been brutalized, curled into a shriveled mass, barely half its original size.

Every usable organ had been harvested, and they now belonged to Elizabeth.

Santiago seemed pleased—so pleased that his voice actually lifted with excitement.

“She shouldn’t be able to resurrect now, right? In this state... there’s no way."

"There’s nothing left but blood, bones, and a head—nothing useful remains.”

The doctor who performed our surgeries nodded in agreement.

“It’s unlikely she’ll revive. And there’s nothing left for scientific research either. So, what should we do with the remains?”

Santiago hesitated only a moment before answering decisively.

“To be safe, cremate the body. Scatter the ashes in all four corners—north, south, east, west. Make sure she never comes back again. Only then can Elizabeth safely inherit her fortune.”

I didn’t know what kind of doctor this man was—but he seemed disturbingly capable.

Not only had he operated on both Elizabeth and me, he was also now helping Santiago dispose of my body with the same casualness someone might use when throwing out a dead cat or dog.

With “my case” neatly settled, they turned their conversation into Elizabeth’s recovery.

Santiago’s tone turned almost giddy. His eyes sparkled—brighter than I’d ever seen them before.

“As expected, an immortal’s organs are different. I thought Elizabeth would need a long recovery, maybe suffer through a difficult transition. But by the second day, she was full of energy!”

“Her body adapted quickly, and her wounds healed rapidly. She’s vibrant, full of life! Honestly, even I was shocked!”

“I’ve already discussed it with Elizabeth. In three days, we’ll move on to the next step.”

The next step?

How funny. He never mentioned that to me.

I strained to listen, heart pounding. But just then, Santiago’s phone rang.

It was Elizabeth.

Her voice on the line was soft and gentle, almost musical.

She said she was craving strawberry cake—her appetite was great, and her mood was even better.

Clearly, her recovery had gone smoothly, and Santiago was overjoyed.

He spoke into the phone with such indulgence it made my skin crawl.

“You greedy little kitten. You’re barely healed, and you’re already begging for strawberry cake?”

Elizabeth giggled on the other end, her tone coy and spoiled.

“There’s more I want to eat... But you’re not here, so I don’t dare think too much about it~”

Santiago chuckled, lips curled in a fond smile. Sweet nothings spilled out without hesitation.

“Then I’ll come now. Think about what you really want, hmm? I’ll make sure you get everything.”

Their flirtatious exchange was like icy needles to my heart.

And maybe... that’s what triggered it.

My resurrection sped up.

Deep in my chest, I could feel it—Something was breaking through muscle and bone. Something was growing.

My heart was coming back.