I'm Mentally Ill, and You're Talking to Me About Psychological Pollution?

What a shame. When it comes to going crazy, there isn't a single creature left who can compete with me. Oh, my name is Yu Miu, and I'm a transmigrator. What's wrong, Doctor? Yes, I know there's something seriously wrong with me. That's why I came to see you. Oh, you want to know why I chose you? I don't trust anyone, any machine intelligence, any AI, or any monster. Of course, I don't trust you either. I just couldn't stand seeing you with less work than me, so I came to give you something to do. … After seeing Yu Miu off, the doctor, still wearing his bathrobe, pondered for a moment and wrote in the file: 【After emerging alive from an S-rank contamination zone, the patient appears to have contamination residue in his brain. Symptoms: cognitive confusion, delusions that he comes from an unknown civilization.】 【Recommendation: Keep him under strict control. Do not let him barge into a surgeon's home at four in the morning to chat again!】 … The System withdrew its consciousness from the hack into the doctor's villa. “What if he tells someone else all those secrets you shared with him?” Yu Miu smiled. “It doesn't matter. He's an undercover agent for the rebels, so he won't live to see dawn anyway.” 「Wasteland + a touch of Lovecraftian dungeon + a touch of cyberpunk + academy + madness」