Lydia Harrington was dead.
Dead right when she was about to hit the very top of her life.
A sedan ran a red light and smashed into her.
She was the youngest and most brilliant research academician in Huaguo. The report on the deep-space detection system she had just developed, one meant to crack black hole dark energy, had not even been handed over to the Huaguo Aerospace Research Institute yet.
And just like that, she lay alone in a pool of blood.
What made it worse was that the crash was not even some carefully planned murder.
It was just an accident caused by a middle-aged man.
The moment that man got out of the car and saw she was no longer breathing, he was so scared he nearly pissed himself on the spot.
What a rotten way to go.
She was furious and miserable, with nowhere to vent it.
So angry it felt like even a coffin lid could be blasted open.
Lydia Harrington’s soul was close to exploding with rage, yet she could not do a thing to the bastard who caused it.
Just as she floated there, grinding her teeth in ghost form, a mechanical voice suddenly rang beside her ear.
【Ding—】
【Hello. System 007 is pleased to serve you.】
【We have detected strong unwillingness on your part. You are now being offered one chance to be reborn in the 1980s. Do you accept?】
The cloudy look in Lydia’s ghostly eyes lit up at once.
【Accept! Of course I accept! I need that badly!】
In this life, she had thrown all her time and energy into research. How much had she suffered? How much had she worn herself out?
If she did not get reborn, then wouldn’t everything in her head go to waste?
If she could be reborn in the 1980s, then with everything she knew, not only could she live well herself, she might even be able to help the country ahead of time. Where else was she supposed to find a chance like that?
There was no way she would refuse.
System 007 said, 【Understood, Host. System binding is now complete. Spatial storage function has been activated.】:
The moment System 007 finished speaking, Lydia suddenly remembered the proposal she had not submitted yet, and her heart clenched tight.
She hurriedly called out, 【Wait a second, System 007. Can you give me ten days first? I still have something important to take care of here. Can I leave ten days later?】
System 007 scanned the matter tied to Lydia’s wish and found that it would greatly benefit the nation, so it did not hesitate.
【Understood, Host. I will extend your remaining lifespan by ten days.】
As soon as the words fell, Lydia felt her head buzz. The world spun around her.
She forced open her heavy eyelids and instinctively raised a hand to block the harsh sunlight stabbing down from above.
The area around her was complete chaos.
"She’s not dead! She’s still alive! Call 120, now!"
The instant she heard that shout, Lydia understood—her soul was back in her body.
She pushed herself up hard and sat upright, then shot the driver a vicious look.
Without saying another word, she stood up. Blood was still wet on her forehead, but she strode straight toward the man, who was frozen in fear, and planted a solid kick right into his shoulder.
"You ran the red light and hit me. Do you admit it or not?"
The middle-aged man was kicked so hard he stumbled to the ground. He nodded over and over in panic, tongue tied in knots.
"I-I admit it, it was my fault. I’ll pay, I’ll pay you one million. Is that okay?"
The guy had done well in business these past few years, so money had come easy. With cash in hand, he had gone and kept a mistress outside.
This morning, the whole thing blew up, and his wife had gone straight to the mistress’s door.
He panicked, stomped on the gas, and charged out without even noticing the red light.
Lydia glanced sideways at the luxury car parked by the road, her voice cold enough to chill.
"I’m definitely taking the money. But running a red light isn’t something you settle by paying me off. Whatever procedure needs to be followed, gets followed. I’m calling the police now. Save the rest for them."
After saying that, she pulled out her phone and dialed the three digits without the slightest hesitation. She had no patience to waste more words on him.