Chapter 2

It turns out that despite being a psychiatric patient with paranoid delusions, it was the original Cassie who got punished.

"So, in this world, the law only serves those with power and influence?" I asked.

"Well... you could say that," the system replied hesitantly.

"I see."

That's great. Now I don't have to worry about paranoid delusions anymore because your (mental) illness has arrived.

"Your mission is to fulfill the original Cassie's wish of becoming a national research team member, and complete some occasional tasks along the way~" the system explained.

The original Cassie even had research dreams!

My expression turned grim. Being transported into a college student's body was already terrifying enough, but now I had to complete missions too? Were they trying to kill me?

"What happens if I don't complete the tasks?" I asked.

"If you complete them, you'll receive a reward of 20 billion dollars."

"I'll do it!" I exclaimed.

Reality always bows to capitalism in the end.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office...

A middle-aged man stood in front of a money tree, raising his expensive right hand to reveal an 88848 titanium alloy watch. It was exactly 11 AM.

"Has that girl learned her lesson?" he asked.

The assistant trembled as he spoke, "Principal Johnson, she... she's turned into a zombie!"

"What?!" (in a high-pitched voice)

...

When Principal Johnson and his entourage found me, I was already fast asleep in my dorm room.

It wasn't that I couldn't act during the day; it's just that nighttime offered better value for money.

I was rudely awakened by a group of people, and it made me really angry.

The lights were off in the dorm, and I was hiding in a corner.

The moment the door opened, I sprang from the dark corner, leaping onto the person and biting their neck.

Left foot kicking the wall, right foot providing momentum, both hands covering their head, I successfully flipped them over.

First blood!

My eyes glowed green as I twisted my head with a cracking sound, making eye contact with the principal's assistant.

"Ahh! A zombie!" he screamed before fainting.

Double kill!

No luck involved, pure skill.

Principal Johnson had brought four people with him: one assistant and three security guards.

Not to brag, but they were all garbage.

Only one left.

Bloodthirsty, I cackled menacingly, my gaze meeting the principal's.

Silence, hesitation, gulping, retreat.

"Don't... don't come any closer. I'm the principal..." he stammered.

"Principal? Who cares?" I asked, tilting my head in an evil manner.

The simple, direct question, coupled with my menacing head tilt, made the principal's legs give out. He fell to his knees before me.

Receiving such an unexpected honor would surely shorten one's lifespan.

I nimbly dodged and kicked him from the side.

Penta kill!

Old people are so convenient; they fall asleep at the drop of a hat.

Everyone was asleep now. It would be impolite if I didn't join them, right?

So I stripped the principal of his clothes, covered my stomach with them, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.