Sorry, I Was Too Strong

When Niannian transmigrated to the apocalypse, a guy called System was so noisy he gave her a headache. "Host, there's a wolf cub over there. Lure it over to trigger a wolf pack attack. Don't be afraid, the male lead will come save the damsel in distress." Niannian kicked the wolf's head clean off. "You're supposed to be a delicate little flower! You went OOC!" "Shut up. You're so annoying. Want to die?" This apocalypse wasn't bad, especially the Imperial Military Academy. Tuition and fees were fully covered, the scholarships were generous, and they even assigned you a job after graduation. After transmigrating to the apocalypse, Niannian only wanted to be a lazy little nobody. She set herself a lifelong study goal: graduate from the Imperial Military Academy as an utterly average student. But she failed. She was still the strongest in this world. Even when she hid in the team as a mascot who did nothing, someone would always hold them back and force her to reveal her abilities. Why the hell is everyone around me so ridiculously weak?! * The Imperial Military Academy Student Council election tournament was about to begin, and a new leader would be chosen from among the contestants. The whole thing was livestreamed, and the chat was going wild. [I heard the pixelated one who topped the rankings three months ago also came from the Imperial Military Academy. Is that true?] [What pixelated one? Show some respect to my grandpa!] [I heard your grandpa's the pixelated one who beat up the last Student Council president. Is that true?] [...I'll beat you up on Grandpa's behalf today!] Niannian, an alternate contestant, was happily hiding under a tree and eating candy. Her teammates kept their distance. [Look, there's a pretty girl over there!] The camera switched over, and everyone in the livestream saw Niannian and the candy wrapper in her hand. [Oh my gosh, the Imperial boys' school actually has a gorgeous girl!] [Wait, the candy she's holding is the most sour candy ever made, Sour Blast! My son ate one three years ago and still hasn't woken up!] #Imperial Military Academy contestant ostracized and dies by poison# #Would you still love your girlfriend if she ate Sour Blast?# * I never cherished my own life until you appeared. Then I started planning our future. Reader's Guide 1. The opposing faction isn't zombies, but werewolves. 2. The roles are Seer, Witch, Hunter, and Guard. Seer = scout, Witch = healer, Hunter = damage dealer, Guard = shield. 3. The author loves Werewolf, but since it's a social deduction game where people have to read the room, things go OOC. 4. The heroine is at the top in every respect. Theme: Tears of an era