The bee-system buzzed in my mind as I braced myself for another monotonous day at school, surrounded by a crowd of mentally ill, pampered second-generation kids.
"Host, aren't you worried villain-sama will find out what you're trying to do and kill you immediately?" the bee asked, its voice laced with concern.
I caught my reflection in the ornate mirror hanging on the wall. The bright vanity lights framed my flawless features, accentuating the sharp contour of my jaw and the glossy sheen on my lips. With a playful wink and a confident smile, I replied, "He'll definitely find out soon if he hasn't already. After all, he's the villain of this entire world. Underestimating him would be foolish. A person who's meticulously planned the world's destruction wouldn't let any move slip past unnoticed. All we can do is buy ourselves some time."
As I swung my sleek, black leather book bag over my shoulder, I felt the weight of my resolve. "Besides, killing me is out of the question at the moment. Didn't you say the world will try to expel any outworldly beings? The only time I need to worry about dying is when the original Faye meets her end in the original timeline. Until then, I still belong here, right?"
"But, Host, what does the original timeline have to do with you? There's nothing in my guidelines about that," the bee-system buzzed, its tone tinged with confusion. Oh, my sweet, trusting bee. How naive you are.
"Wee-wee, I need you to read every transmigration book you can find online, alright? Once you do, tell me—does it really matter if your guidelines mention these things or not? It's common knowledge! If you don't understand this and end up getting me expelled, you'll have no one to blame but yourself for not being more aware."
The buzzing quieted down, and I could almost envision the system delving into the vast, tangled world of transmigration novels. Cute.
As I reached the driveway, I was greeted by the sleek silhouette of a glossy black sedan, its surface glimmering in the morning sun. I slid into the back seat, the leather cool against my skin. The new driver was a striking figure—tall, with a strong jawline and short-cropped hair, his clean-cut suit accentuating his broad shoulders. He wore a stoic expression, his eyes focused on the road ahead, a perfect combination of professionalism and mystery. I appreciated that. Assistants should remain discreet, free from unnecessary opinions.
With a flick of my wrist, I opened my mail, greeted by the stark disappointment of a rejection letter from Jin Corporation. Perfect. Just what I needed to kick off the day.
"Let's pick up my boyfriend first," I ordered, my gaze still fixed on the screen. The previous driver had been swiftly replaced, much to my delight. Another perk of having my own team—no prying eyes to monitor my every action. Such restrictions were suffocating and utterly unnecessary.
I opened the encrypted communication line to my assistant, scrolling through a flood of mundane updates. Homework? Done. Various errands? Completed. But then, one message stood out amid the monotony.
Assistant Uno: Boss, while I was communicating with the higher-ups at Jin Corporation to arrange for your application letter to be rejected, I found out someone beat us to it. I decided to step back and let them handle it. Unfortunately, I couldn't identify who they were.
World's Best: Good.
A smirk curled at the corners of my lips. Wilde, oh Wilde. I can't help but wonder why you were so eager to have me in your company, even more than I was to join. Your intentions have successfully tickled my curiosity. I think it's time I punished you for making me so curious.