He Stole My Sixty Years Of Hard Won Lifespan Chapter 09

He Stole My Sixty Years Of Hard Won Lifespan Chapter 09

Lena clung to the only thing they still shared—their childhood.

“Evan… don’t you remember? When we were kids, I jumped in front of that rock to protect you. You always cared about me. You won’t leave me now… right?”

Evan looked down at her without a trace of emotion.

Then he kicked her away.

“Cared about you?”

A bitter laugh escaped him, thick with self-loathing.

“I must’ve been blind.”

He didn’t waste another word.

He turned to the Time Authority enforcement team behind him.

“Begin the Forced Life Extraction.”

“Strip every last second of Mira Shaw’s sixty years from her. Not one second stays with her.”

Forced Life Extraction was the harshest punishment for anyone who violated Time Account regulations.

It meant ripping lifespan away after it had already fused with the body.

Lena let out a scream that barely sounded human.

Her body convulsed uncontrollably.

—

Her skin withered before everyone’s eyes, turning yellow and wrinkled.

Dark spots bloomed across her smooth forehead, while clumps of black hair fell to the floor.

Within minutes, the young woman had become a frail old woman.

As the person held jointly responsible for the illegal transfer…

Evan suffered the system’s backlash as well.

The instant the extraction ended, the hair on the left side of his head turned completely gray.

He didn’t even notice.

He cradled the golden sphere floating in the air—the sixty years that belonged to Mira—as if it were the most precious thing in existence.

Dragging his battered body forward, he stumbled toward the Regeneration Center, holding the glowing sphere tightly against his chest.

He was going to return it.

He was going to bring the girl he loved back safe and whole.

The moment he reached the Regeneration Pod, the sealed hatch hummed softly and slowly slid open.

Mira stepped out.

She was completely healed.

No…

—

She looked even better than before.

A faint glow surrounded her.

The exhaustion and sadness that had once lingered between her brows were gone.

She shone brighter than she ever had.

Evan froze, still holding the golden sphere in midair.

“Mira…”

His hands trembled as he walked toward her, one unsteady step at a time.

Like a worshiper presenting an offering, he carefully held the glowing sphere out to her.

“It’s back.”

“It belongs to you.”

His voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with desperate hope.

“Please… take it.”

Mira lowered her gaze to the sphere that had once been hers.

Inside it lay eight years of blood, pain, and sacrifice.

She stood silent for a moment.

Then she gently shook her head.

“No.”

—

Her voice was calm, as if none of it had anything to do with her anymore.

“I don’t need it now.”

Evan staggered so hard he almost collapsed.

“Why?”

The last light in his eyes slowly died, swallowed by panic and despair.

“It’s your life!”

“Don’t you want it anymore?”

“Mira… I was wrong. I know I was wrong.”

His composure shattered.

He cried like a helpless child.

Dropping to his knees, he grabbed the hem of her coat.

“Please take it back.”

“I’ll do anything you ask.”

“I’ll take High-Risk Tasks. I’ll give you my life… every year I have left.”

“I just… I just want you to look at me one more time.”

“Please… don’t treat me like this.”