Chapter 2

For the past while, my mom had been busy with her team preparing for today's launch, so she'd been less vigilant in controlling me.

When I realized I could occasionally break the rules, I stopped eating anything—for seven days and nights straight.

Until last night, I finally starved to death in my sleep.

Yet I felt this was the most relaxed period of my entire life.

Because it meant from now on, I would never be controlled by my mom again.

But unexpectedly, when I woke up, I had become a wisp of soul, floating above and watching my corpse move like a puppet show.

Without reason, I suddenly felt a trace of the ridiculous and pathetic.

Is this how others saw me too?

[Activating Electric Shock Level 5 Mode]

A mechanical voice sounded in my ears, and electric current instantly spread through my entire body.

But now I was just a pile of rotting flesh with no reaction whatsoever.

My mom went crazy, screaming hysterically in my ear as if I'd committed some heinous crime.

"Why won't you obey? Do you know how hard it was for me to raise you?"

"To nurture you, I went without eating, without decent clothes!

I gave you the best of everything—what more could you possibly want?

How can there be such a selfish child in this world?"

Seeing I still had no reaction, my mom directly controlled me to swing my palm, using all my strength to slap my own face.

Then she controlled my vocal cords, making me speak while hitting myself.

"Mom, I was wrong. Mom, I'm sorry."

This went on for nearly five minutes before my mom finally calmed down.

Looking at my swollen, red face, a trace of heartache flashed in my mom's eyes.

Her tone softened again, like a gentle mother advising her daughter—completely different from her crazed state moments ago.

"Good, now you know you were wrong.

It hurts me more than it hurts you.

Young trees won't grow straight without pruning!

Everything I do is for your own good!"

"Alright, now go put some medicine on, then go eat breakfast!"

"I specially woke up before dawn today to make the most nutritious breakfast for you and had it delivered to your school cafeteria!

You must be in your best condition for the launch today!"

Just as she was about to hang up, she added one more thing.

"I'm the person who loves you most in this world!

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished! Your future self will thank me!"

But Mom, there is no future. I'm destined never to become the perfect daughter you imagine.

Just like that, following the app's planned route, I walked step by step to the cafeteria.

I got a specially made nutritious breakfast that only I had access to in the entire school, sat in the most remote corner, swallowing food while memorizing vocabulary.

Just then, my head was violently shoved into the steaming hot milk.

"You bitch! Are you trying to kill us?

Do you know my parents are planning to use that app your psycho mom developed!"

That's right—this app had already attracted widespread attention before even launching.

Simply because I, as the first volunteer, had used the app and stopped sleeping in, stopped playing games, stopped talking back to my parents.

Moreover, my academic performance had jumped from barely passing grades to having my pick of top universities—a bright future ahead.

Such a great app—how many parents were eagerly waiting for its release just to install it on their own children?

It could be said that all these future victims were harmed because of me.

I desperately wanted to apologize, but I couldn't speak, so I could only let them punch and kick me.

I was already a pile of rotting flesh anyway. If they could vent their anger this way, then so be it.

But just then, my body suddenly bent 90 degrees out of my control, and I abruptly bowed to them, shouting in a hoarse voice:

"I'm sorry! It's all my fault!"