Chapter 137: Normal women would be dead by now
"You better take him up on the offer."
Isabella blinked. Her heel was still halfway in the air, posture poised for a dramatic exit—but that voice. That smug, unbothered, all-too-familiar voice in her head.
"Bubu," she muttered under her breath, jaw tightening. "Not now."
"Oh, but yes now," Bubu chimed, her tone coated in faux sweetness. "You really wanna be the genius who turns down a priceless survival-grade spirit necklace? What are you gonna do next, reject free skincare samples and start drinking unfiltered swamp water?"
Isabella gritted her teeth, lips twitching into a forced smile. From Cyrus’s perspective, she probably looked like she was trying to smother a laugh—or plotting a murder.
"I don’t need the necklace," Isabella whispered under her breath. "Because I’m not going back there."
"Oh? That so?" Bubu cooed. "Because last I checked, you stormed the mountain alone, half-broke, with a bag of dried roots and your last remaining dignity. And now you’re pretending you’re suddenly too glamorous for survival gear?"
Isabella’s nostrils flared. "I only went because I needed more points! Desperate times, demon system. Desperate."
Bubu snorted. "Mmhmm. Keep telling yourself that, babe. Meanwhile, I’ve been running calculations, and let’s just say... you’ll definitely be going back. Multiple times. Probably in worse shoes."
"I am not—" Isabella’s voice spiked, and she quickly pinched the bridge of her nose, composing herself before Cyrus could ask if she needed a healer. She sighed in a whisper, "I am not going back there. I have enough points now. I’m set. I’m comfortable."
"Comfortable?" Bubu practically gasped. "You live in a hut that has no wibdows, and bathing in a river like it’s a five-star spa."