All Chapters of If You Can Do Better, Prove It: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" had been live for a week, but no one dared to sign up.The rules were simple, yet terrifying: if you could prove you could live someone else's life better than they did, you would win one million dollars. But the cost? The consciousness of the original person would be obliterated—essentially, a death sentence. On the other hand, if you failed to outperform them under identical circumstances, you would die instead.Nobody wanted to gamble their life or risk becoming the murderer of another.Yet here I was—the first one in the system.A robot escorted me to the front row, where cameras swiveled to capture every angle of my face. My mother, husband, and son sat further back, carefully avoiding my gaze. I stared at their guilty expressions and asked with a bitter smile, "So, all of you think you'd do better in my position?"My mother averted her eyes. "Of course! I gave you the best education money could buy. I wante

By the time Subject One started first grade at eight years old, she was already two years behind her peers. She graduated from elementary school at fourteen.The old bachelor from the neighboring village sneered at the television one day, pointing at some movie and saying, "In some parts of the world, kids her age could already have children." Then, turning to my mother, he offered his own twisted version of kindness. "I'll pay for her entire middle school education—three years' worth of expenses. After that, she can graduate and marry me. What do you say? You know how it is with village girls. They can't keep up in town schools, and girls can never outstudy boys anyway. Three years from now, what if she doesn't pass any exams? Worse, what if some little punk gets her pregnant, and she runs off with him? Then you'd be left with nothing."My mother didn't agree outright, but neither did she reject him.A few days later, the kind woman who had been sponsoring Subject One's education

Sean lifted his chin defiantly. "Hmph, you're a lousy mom. I'll do way better than you."I shook my head, not bothering to argue.The system asked again: [Who will go first?]With exaggerated confidence, Sean declared, "I'll go! Dad and I will become multimillionaires."The system's tone remained steady. [And in which areas do you believe you'll outperform the one being judged?]"In every area!" Sean puffed out his chest. "I'll be a kind, generous mom—one everyone in class will envy."[Understood. Since you are a minor, this trial will not erase your memory.] The system replied, offering him the leniency of youth.In the next moment, his consciousness was uploaded, creating another version of me, Subject Two.[To avoid redundancy, Subject Two will begin experiencing life from when Sean started elementary school.]The screen lit up with scenes from a chaotic morning. Subject Two was preparing for Sean's first year of elementary school.It began predictably enough—a disaster.

Unfortunately, Damion couldn't barge in to teach Subject Two a lesson.In the first two months, Subject Two, armed with Damion's hard-earned savings, elevated her taste in fashion and polished her demeanor, striving to become the type of mother who would make all the kids in the class envy Sean during parent-teacher conferences.Meanwhile, Sean put his head down and focused on studying diligently.For a brief time, they seemed to have achieved a harmony of "a kind mother and a devoted son."But as the weeks wore on, both began to falter.Being a top-performing, multi-talented student and maintaining the façade of an elegant, picture-perfect mother demanded continuous effort, money, and energy. And that was exhausting.Eventually, the two conspirators decided on a shortcut: becoming internet celebrities.At first, Subject Two was on edge, worried the system would flag their plan as inappropriate. When no warnings came, she sighed in relief. "My mother's thinking was too rigid. Be