"...So high and mighty, aren't you? Look who's getting taken down today. What can you possibly do about it..."

Yan Yaoyao's consciousness slowly returned, her head throbbing with dizziness. Her eyelids felt like lead weights, barely able to stay open, while an incessant buzzing voice grated on her nerves. Through the haze, she sensed someone fumbling with her clothes. Suppressing her discomfort, she suddenly snapped her eyes open.

In her blurred vision, a greasy, pot-bellied old man leered at her with a lascivious grin, his hands roaming freely.

Damn it.

A vein pulsed at Yan Yaoyao's temple as she cursed inwardly. Her body moved faster than her mind—she seized the man by his hair and slammed his head straight into the wall beside them.

**THUD!**

Caught completely off guard, the fat man crashed face-first into the wall before collapsing onto the bed like a slaughtered hog.

But the burst of exertion left Yan Yaoyao dizzy and immobilized once more. This time, the vertigo wasn't just from the drugs—floods of unfamiliar information surged violently into her mind.

It took her a long while to recover enough to push herself upright, swaying as she staggered off the bed. After scanning the room, she zeroed in on the coffee table, snatched up the crystal ashtray, and weighed it in her palm. Then she turned back toward the bed.

Standing over the unconscious man, she raised the ashtray, took aim at his head, and—**SMASH!**—brought it down with brutal force.

With a sudden *poof*, a snow-white kitten materialized out of thin air.

Its fluffy pink paws shot out, desperately clinging to Yan Yaoyao’s arm as it dangled midair, shrieking:

"Spare him, please!!!"

Yan Yaoyao’s voice was calm, but her words were ice-cold: "Let go, or I’ll kill you too."

The kitten trembled violently, letting out a frightened whimper, yet it stubbornly refused to release its grip.

But it was so tiny—if Yan Yaoyao truly wanted to act, she could easily drag it along while finishing the job.

In desperation, the kitten cried out, "If you kill him, the original host will be labeled a murderer! Even if another task-taker replaces you, it won’t change the fact that she died a criminal. How tragic would that be?!"

A cold glint flashed in Yan Yaoyao’s eyes.

She thought of the original host—the girl who, unwilling to endure humiliation, had leapt from a window to her death, only to be slandered by unscrupulous media as a drug addict who "accidentally fell" during withdrawal.

The hand gripping the ashtray finally lowered without striking.

The kitten:

〒▽〒

*That scared me half to death.*

"Contact the Bureau. I’m quitting this mission."

Before the kitten could even catch its breath, Yan Yaoyao’s words startled it again.

Hanging its head guiltily, it stammered, "S-sorry, Yaoyao… Emergency missions can’t be abandoned until they’re halfway done. I… I can’t reach the Bureau right now."

Yan Yaoyao narrowed her eyes. "Is that the truth, or are you lying to me? You never mentioned this before."

The little white cat immediately raised its tiny paw, putting on a solemn face as it vowed: "Guigui has never lied to Yaoyao! The reason I didn’t mention it before was simply because you never needed to contact the Bureau anyway."

The true essence of flattery lies in delivering it so subtly it goes unnoticed.

Guigui was a master of this art.

Shooting a sidelong glance at Guigui, who was perched on the bed, Yan Yaoyao hurled the crystal ashtray in her hand straight at the unconscious fat pig sprawled across the mattress—right between his legs.

Despite being knocked out cold, the man jerked violently from the impact, his body bouncing slightly on the bed. He looked even worse than before.

Not that his condition mattered to Yan Yaoyao. She couldn’t be bothered to spare him another glance. Smoothing out her clothes, she turned and strode out of the room without a second thought.

Guigui dissolved into a streak of light, reappearing on Yaoyao’s shoulder before asking curiously: *"Where are we going now?"*

"Somewhere to die," Yan Yaoyao replied flatly.

If dying right in the room or jumping off a building would only fuel the rumors about the original host, then she’d just find a secluded place to end it all.

At least then, no one could slander her as a drug addict, right?

Guigui: *..

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Yaoyao must have been pushed too far in the last mission—her mental state was clearly compromised. This was textbook psychological breakdown, full-blown derangement.

But abandoning a mission world like this would lead to severe penalties. As her assistant, Guigui couldn’t just stand by and watch its host walk down this "path of no return."

*"Yaoyao, you’re only upset because the Bureau went back on their word. They promised just one emergency mission before giving us a long break, but instead, they’ve been exploiting us nonstop."*

*"If they won’t give us time off, we’ll just take it ourselves. Look, this is just a normal modern world centered around the entertainment industry—no martial arts training, no immortal cultivation, and plenty of delicious food and fun things to do. It’s practically a vacation world, isn’t it?"*

"How about we just take a vacation here? Since we're going to face punishment anyway when we get back, might as well enjoy ourselves first before returning. Don't you think?"

Though Yan Yaoyao's expression remained unreadable, the storm of emotions raging inside her was terrifying, teetering on the edge of eruption.

But now, that violent turmoil had settled somewhat.

Looks promising.

"You do have a point. Fine, we'll deal with everything once we're back."

Hearing Yan Yaoyao's reply, Gui Gui finally let out a sigh of relief.

As long as they didn't have to rush back to certain doom, there was still hope.

With that settled, Gui Gui finally had the mental space to consider other matters.

"Yaoyao, that guy is still passed out in the room. Won't there be trouble if we just leave like this?"

Yan Yaoyao smirked coldly. "What trouble could there be?"

That beast wouldn’t dare make a scene.

He had tried to use underhanded means to take advantage of the original owner, only to end up knocked out without achieving anything. Even if he had the thickest skin, he wouldn’t dare spread this around.

And as for any under-the-table retaliation—she wasn’t afraid of anyone.

Yan Yaoyao strode out of the hotel without a care, drawing no attention whatsoever.

Emergency missions were different from the usual tasks assigned by the Time-Space Administration.

There are no specific plot requirements for this emergency mission.

Yan Yaoyao arrived in this world with no additional conditions or restrictions—her sole purpose was to accomplish the final objective: to rise to the pinnacle of the mainstream industry in this mission world.

She could choose to fulfill the original host’s wishes, or she could simply ignore them.

Previously, due to the unethical actions of the Time-Space Administration Bureau, Yan Yaoyao had been determined to sabotage the mission, so she hadn’t cared whether the original host had any unfulfilled desires.

But now that she had decided to stay in this world and enjoy life, she figured she ought to do something for the original host who had provided her with this identity.

Hailing a taxi to the original host’s rented apartment, Yan Yaoyao took the opportunity during the ride to extract the host’s final wish. When she saw what it was, she raised an eyebrow.

After dying in such an unjust manner, the host’s last wish wasn’t for revenge—but rather, she had been worried about the children at the orphanage, regretting that she could no longer care for them as they grew up?

Leaning back in her seat, Yan Yaoyao murmured softly, "Since I’ve taken over your identity, I’ll make sure to take care of them for you. Don’t worry."

Stepping out of the taxi, she looked up at the shabby, dimly lit apartment building before her, its hallway lights long dead. Without a flicker of expression, she headed inside.

The original host had really been scraping by.

But then again, the identities assigned to her for emergency missions were always those of people with no background, no family, and no money—the ultimate "three-no’s" package.

Starting from nothing? She was used to it by now.

Once inside, Yan Yaoyao booted up the creaky old computer, letting it wheeze to life while she took a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up. By the time she returned, the computer was finally ready.

After tinkering with it for a while, she shut it down, powered off her phone, and tossed both into a backpack. Slinging it over her shoulder, she left the apartment and checked into the nearest hotel.

Gui Gui didn't dare ask Yan Yaoyao why she'd abandoned her perfectly good home to stay in this rundown motel.

Yaoyao clearly wasn't in her right mind these days. The last thing Gui Gui wanted was to set her off with the wrong question and become the target of one of her unpredictable outbursts.

Pursing her lips tightly, Gui Gui obediently trailed behind Yan Yaoyao, determined to play the role of the perfect assistant.

While Yaoyao slept soundly through the night at the motel...

Chaos was erupting elsewhere.