Not again!System,I'm dead

“I hope you die miserable!” Another curse from a woman scorned. Felix swirled the amber liquid in his glass, watching the hypnotic lights of the bar. The hollow feeling in his chest only grew. His soft blonde hair looked dull under the lights, and his bright blue eyes were filled with a gloom that didn't suit his age. The source of his misery was his neighbor, the man he’d secretly loved for years—Edmund. Edmund was a few years older, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a tall, powerful build—the ruggedly handsome man who made people turn their heads. He was like a steady mountain, always looking after Felix since they were kids, the all-capable "Big Brother Ed" in Felix's heart. When Felix finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings and was accepted, he was over the moon. But he soon realized that Edmund still… treated him like that little kid who needed looking after. Their dates often involved getting ice cream “for the little one,” with Edmund ruffling his blond hair and calling him “good boy,” instead of any real intimacy between lovers. Tonight, Edmund had postponed their date—again—citing an important project that required overtime. “Ugh…” Felix sighed. Life felt so meaningless, especially this frustrating, itch-you-ca n’t-scratch kind of love. The bar felt stifling, so he decided to get some air. Maybe the night breeze could clear his head. Then… blinding headlights, a violent impact, his consciousness fading… The expected pain didn't last. Instead, a strange, weightless sense of relief washed over him. The last image that flashed in his mind was Edmund’s face—all sharp angles, usually looking down at him with a mix of amusement and indulgence. [Ding! Strong ‘Wrongful Death’ resentment and ‘World-Weariness’ detected. Binding conditions met. Curse-to-Death System activated!] [Hello, Host! This system will take you through different worlds to experience the thrilling life of a ‘Hero’! Complete the tasks to restore your body and return to the real world in perfect health!] A hero? Sounded cool. But Felix felt numb, until the system's screen faintly reflected a familiar, blurry figure outside the window—It was Edmund! He seemed to have just finished work, rushing over to the bar area. He was standing across the street, frantically on the phone, his brows furrowed. That always-composed face wore a rare look of panic. Was he looking for him? Felix’s heart ached with a sudden wave of bitterness and reluctance. “…Fine. I agree,” he heard himself whisper. If he could go back… If he could become stronger, no longer just a kid in Edmund’s eyes… [Contract established! Transmission starting!] [ First World: Low-difficulty trial run. 100% task completion rate required. Considerably reducing pain perception by 50% for you! Wish you a pleasant journey!] Light and shadow swirled, a sense of weightlessness… However, when Felix opened his eyes again and took in his surroundings, his golden hair practically stood on end. His blue eyes widened in utter confusion and sheer terror. W-What the actual hell?! Was this some kind of joke?! If he wasn't mistaken, these cold metal walls, these strange metal rings restraining his wrists, ankles, waist, and neck… This looked exactly like an interrogation scene straight out of a movie! [World background transmitting…] The year is 6300. The Stellaris Sovereignty. The ruling Valkor dynasty enforces a harsh dictatorship, monitoring every aspect of citizens' lives. The Starfall Resistance gathers strength in secret, plotting to overthrow the tyranny. Felix’s current identity: The secretly protected youngest son of the late Starfall Resistance Commander Orion—Young Master Felix. An 18-year-old blond brat who couldn't stand the harsh life on a remote planet sneaked back to the Capital Star looking for fun and luxury. According to the original plot, this spoiled kid, who couldn't handle hardship, would c***k under pressure and spill everything he knew, leading to the Rebellion network being nearly wiped out, rivers of blood… [Current Task: Hold out for 48 hours. Do not talk. Do not confess.] [System Hint: This is an ‘Easy, can-complete-while-sleeping’ welfare task! 50% pain perception shield is active!] “Welfare?” Felix’s voice trembled, on the verge of tears, as he watched a cold mechanical arm slowly advance towards him. His still slightly baby-faced good looks were scrunched up in fear. He squeezed his eyes shut. “How is this welfare?! Liar! I just want to go home!” A cold, middle-aged male voice echoed through the room via a speaker. “Young Master Felix. Have you considered our offer? Give us all the Rebellion names you know, and you can be enjoying your favorite cream cakes and parties again very soon.” “I… I don’t know…” Felix instinctively shrunk back, his blue eyes glistening with unshed tears like an abandoned puppy. “I really don’t know anything! Please, let me go?” The helpless tone was exactly like his Ragdoll cat’s when it was begging for mercy after misbehaving. Unfortunately, the man wasn’t having it. “Can’t remember?” “It seems you need a little help to jog your memory. Bohl, activate the ‘Neural Echo Chamber’.” “N-Neural Echo? What’s that?” Felix’s voice shook, a strong sense of dread gripping his heart. He’d never experienced anything like this. “A delightful technology that replays your most painful memories at full intensity,” the man’s voice dripped with cruel amusement. “We’ve already scanned your mind. That time you broke your arm falling from a tree at age seven? We’ll make you relive it… but make it feel like every bone in your body is snapping.” “No, don’t! Not that!” Felix struggled, but the metal restraints held him fast. A sleek device descended from the ceiling, emitting a low hum. Two pinpoint lights focused on his temples. Instantly, a cold, invasive pressure seeped into Felix’s skull. The sterile room dissolved before his eyes, replaced by the dizzying height of the old oak tree in his backyard. The rough bark was under his fingers, the branch was cracking— “Now, let’s start simple. Let’s revisit that first lesson here. Ready—” “W-Wait! Someone hel— AAAAAHHHH!!!” A piercing, agonized scream, born not from present physical pain but from the raw, re-lived terror of a childhood trauma magnified a hundredfold, ripped through the interrogation chamber.