At that moment, a hover car sped toward them. As it neared the employment center, it veered off the express lane, traced a smooth arc through the sky, and with a “whoosh,” stopped right in front of Brian Clark.

The car door slid open silently. Inside sat a woman in a tight red leather outfit, with wavy wine-red hair, seductive red lips, a stunning figure, and an aura of mature feminine allure.

She was a mixed-race beauty: an Eastern face with a Western body—truly gorgeous!

Seeing this woman, Brian Clark's heartbeat quickened slightly, and he suddenly found himself longing for life again.

Because of his heart condition, he had never experienced passion with a beautiful woman in the real world. Even in the virtual world, he was always cautious, treading on thin ice.

Never having truly experienced unrestrained passion was his greatest regret in life!

Brian Clark's heart came alive again, and he began to comfort himself. He was just facing a setback right now. Sure, it was a big one—almost like an abyss—but there had to be a way through. If he died like this, he’d never again see such beautiful, delicate, and—most importantly—real scenery, not just data-generated landscapes.

Brian Clark was an optimist by nature; otherwise, with such a severe heart condition, he would never have made it to twenty-four.

The woman turned to look at Brian Clark, her face cold, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes holding a strange emotion. She said in a low voice, “Get in.”

Brian Clark was puzzled. This woman looked very familiar, but try as he might, he couldn’t recall who she was. He scratched his head and pointed at his own nose. “Are you talking to me?”

The woman’s expression grew even colder. “Yes, you. Get in the car, now!”

Her presence was overwhelming. Brian Clark instinctively felt he knew her. To avoid a possible violent conflict that might throw his heart out of rhythm, he obediently got in.

As soon as he was inside, the door slid shut and the hover car took off, tracing a semicircle in the sky and merging into the flow of traffic.

Inside the car, Brian Clark slowly rubbed his chest, carefully suppressing the discomfort caused by the acceleration.

“How much were you fined this time?” After a brief silence, the woman spoke.

“How did you kno—” Brian Clark’s words were cut off by her icy aura. He lowered his voice and said, “Not much, just over nine hundred million.”

Sigh, patients have no rights. Even if he wanted to act tough, his body wouldn’t allow it.

“What!” The fiery woman was shocked, her face full of disbelief. It took her a while to recover, and she took a deep breath. “You really are something.”

Not to mention the slums—even in the third-tier Sky Dome District, over nine hundred million credits was a huge sum. Almost no rich person could come up with that much cash at once.

“So how do you plan to pay it back?” the woman asked again.

Now Brian Clark was even more confused. Was this woman being a bit too nosy? He didn’t even know who she was yet.

“Why don’t you tell me who you are first?”

The woman gritted her teeth in anger. “You heartless bastard. What did you say back then? You said you’d grow old with me! And now you’ve forgotten all about me!”

If it weren’t for this lawsuit, she wouldn’t have been able to find Brian Clark in real life.

“You are…?” Brian Clark studied her face carefully, then suddenly let out an “Ah!” and broke into a cold sweat, embarrassed.

He finally remembered who she was!

No wonder she looked so familiar—she was… his first wife, his original spouse. The reason he hadn’t recognized her right away was, first, because it had been a long time, and second, because there’s always a difference between one’s appearance in a game and in real life.

“That… that… wasn’t that all in the virtual world? One game, one life—that was all in a past life. Why are you taking it so seriously?” Brian Clark stammered.

He was a disruptor. When entering the virtual world, he had his own special methods to evade the memory-blocking devices. So from the start, he knew it was just a virtual world, and everything he experienced there was just a dream.

But she must have entered the virtual world through the normal process. In all modern virtual worlds, to ensure the fun of the game and the experience of a brand-new life, ordinary players’ original memories are blocked before entering. They live a completely new life in the virtual world, with an unparalleled sense of immersion—just like true reincarnation.

She must have taken it seriously. Now he was in trouble.

The woman said coldly, “Hmph, dream on. Only a fool would take it seriously. I just don’t want to see your talent go to waste. If you could hide on Earth for eight hundred years, you must be pretty capable.”

The scenery outside the window sped by. Brian Clark asked curiously, “So where are you taking me now?”

“The hospital,” the woman replied curtly.

“What for?”

“To get you a new heart.”

“A mechanical heart? Let me be clear, I don’t want a mechanical one.”

Mechanical hearts were cheap—just a few thousand credits—but they caused electronic interference when entering virtual worlds, and he didn’t want that.

“Don’t worry, it’s a bioengineered heart,” the woman replied.

“That’s expensive,” Brian Clark said in surprise.

A heart with zero rejection risk cost at least three hundred thousand credits—a huge sum of money.