Chapter 2: A Slacker in the White House
When I woke up, I—a modern college student—had become the President of the United States.
The sheets smelled faintly of bleach and old mahogany—definitely not my dorm. I blinked at the presidential seal above the fireplace, feeling the weight of a silk robe on my shoulders and a caffeine headache pulsing behind my eyes. I reached for my phone, but instead, found a stack of national security briefings. My heart hammered—this was real.
And I was even stuck with a "wreck the country" system.
There was only one mission:
Unlock the achievement of losing the country, as long as I kept myself alive.
I thought, isn’t this a walk in the park?
Isn’t it just about being the worst leader possible?
If skipping lectures and last-minute cramming were Olympic sports, I'd have gold medals. Honestly, slacking off is my one true talent.
As long as I ignored my duties, promoted shady advisors, let corruption run wild, blew taxpayer money on parties and luxury, and let the people down, wouldn’t losing the country just be a matter of time?
I rolled up my sleeves, full of ambition.
Determined to be the most legendary president ever—to run the country into the ground!
I even practiced my best nonchalant shrug in the mirror, imagining the headlines: “President Throws U.S. Economy Into Tailspin With Netflix Binge.” How hard could this be?