The rest of the day passes in a blur.
As I sit in the Lozero family car assigned to me, I realize I've been too impulsive and hasty all day-so not like me. I need to pull myself together.
When I arrive at the mansion, now my home (what a flex), I head upstairs to my room. The maid tells me my parents are out on a date, so dinner's a solo affair tonight. Guess there's a chance I'll be getting a baby sibling soon... hehe.
I pull out a diary that looks like the original Faye's and skim through it. Ugh, it's mostly filled with her gushing over her undying love for Caden-honestly, how embarrassing. I tear those cringe-worthy pages out and toss them aside, then start scribbling down my own plans for the future. If I remember correctly, in the original timeline, Wilde's mom kicks the bucket in two years, and just three days after that, he catches Caden and Sara swapping spit. That's his "villain origin story" moment, and it's also the start of the apocalypse.
Papa Timewell's probably already started cutting off Wilde's resources. They never really explain why Wilde had a lab to begin with, considering his main bag is commercial brands. My best guess? It's a weird hobby.
Making Wilde a law-abiding citizen is a solid start, but it's got mad loopholes. First off, the original Faye dies in about two months. I can't just assume Villain-sama is gonna fall head over heels for me and let me live. Speaking of pitiful lives, what happens to my original body if I fail this mission? I should ask that dumb bee.
"Yooo, Beeweewee! Come here for a sec, la!" No chirpy little voice answers, and I roll my eyes. This is the only time I've seen a bee play hard to get.
"Oh! Wow, I won the lottery! Whatever will I do with all this money now? If only I could exchange it for some life points and buy something cool from the system shop! But alas! My great system bee is nowhere to be found!" I say in my head with exaggerated drama.
"Shut up. You think I'm an idiot? What do you want? Didn't you tell me to buzz off for three days? Now you need my help, huh? Ha! Let me tell you something-I'll help you... IN YOUR DREAMS!" Ah, there's that iconically annoying voice I missed.
I ignore the diva-level sass (like, only top-tier queens or gay besties can throw shade like that) and ask, "So, uh, are there any consequences if I flop this mission? Or can I just slide back into my old body and chill?"
The weird little 3D hologram of the bee rolls its oversized eyes in the most comical way. "Host, don't play dumb with me. I'm not one of your boy toys you can manipulate with your fake sweet talk. How could there not be consequences for your incompetence? According to the rules in the Redbook, if you fail to complete the mission, the system-aka ME-will deliver a punishment, tailored by artificial intelligence, designed to maximize your discomfort and force you to perform better next time."
Now that sounds like a nightmare.