Chapter 3

When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital. It was midnight.

The dorm supervisor had assumed I had fainted like the principal and sent us all to the hospital.

Such a perfect opportunity; it was time for me to make my move.

I pulled out the IV from the back of my hand and climbed out the window.

News of my 1v5 feat had spread like wildfire.

"Senior, please go out with me!" a young man pleaded as soon as I stepped through the campus gates. He bowed at a 90-degree angle, his attitude sincere.

"Senior, please teach me how to turn into a zombie!"

"Senior, I'll do anything for you!"

Having such charisma can be quite troublesome. I revealed my chiseled jawline, raised my hand to my forehead, and smiled bitterly.

"You're just a little boy now. I won't touch you, but if I ever find out you're causing trouble elsewhere, I'll come for you immediately!"

The young man blushed and ran away shyly, while I smiled contentedly.

"New task: Please remain silent when faced with verbal abuse," the system announced.

"Oh? Does being adored count as verbal abuse?" I asked.

"If it does, then verbally abuse this little girl to death!"

"Hahahahahahaha!!" I laughed maniacally on the spot, feeling elated.

"Cassie, come with me!" A girl, who was the side character of the mentally ill Mia's minion's best friend's classmate's boyfriend's mistress, grabbed me and started running.

I was brought to the bathroom, where a group of people led by Mia surrounded me.

"I heard you beat up a teacher. Do you not want to study at this school anymore?" Mia sneered.

"Hmph, you dare to go against me? You should know your place."

"I've disliked you for a long time. If you're smart, you'll stay away from me, or you'll regret it."

"I run things around here. You'd better listen to me, or I'll make sure you can't stay here anymore."

So this is what the system meant by verbal abuse?

I need to stay silent. I can't speak.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted some unflushed excrement in the toilet bowl. I can't speak, but I can retaliate, right?

I rushed over, grabbed a handful of feces, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at her.

"Ahh!" she screamed.

Her mouth was wide open, and I quickly smeared the feces all over, my fingers nimbly stuffing the brown substance into her mouth.

I stirred it around thoroughly, feeling her soft tongue trying to avoid my fingers.

It fled, I pursued; it couldn't escape even if it had wings.

When I emerged, there was hardly anything left on my hands.

I was still unsatisfied, thinking about grabbing another handful, just to see what she'd look like with her mouth full.

"Ugh~ Cassie, ugh~ do you have a death wish? Ugh~" Mia retched.

"You've got some enoki mushrooms on your teeth," I pointed out.

"Blegh—" Mia vomited up her bile, a deep green color that perfectly complemented the brown.

One handful for Mia, two handfuls for her minions.

In the end, they all supported each other as they headed to the hospital.

"Congratulations, host. You've completed the task. Reward: $100,000," the system announced.

"Can I take this money back to my old world?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not, host~" the system replied.

"Then it's no fun."