Luna Sutton sighed, feeling that she might as well just wash up and sleep; tackling the strategy matters might take a while.
She was about to climb onto the stone bed to go to sleep.
Suddenly, a system voice rang in her mind, "Ding, Host, there has been a change in the good impression of your strategy target. Would you like to check it now?"
Upon hearing the system's voice, she was slightly taken aback but quickly responded, saying, "Check."
She was curious to see what changes there were.
The next second, a virtual panel appeared before her eyes.
Host: Luna Sutton
Age: 16
Charm Value: 10 (initially 0, full value 100)
Appearance: 20 (initially 10, full value 100, a small improvement but still quite ugly.)
Health Value: 60 (out of 100)
Weight: Severely overweight, affecting movement.
Skills: Wood Element Ability (Level 1)
Strategy Target and Good Impressions.
Corbin Crowley: -90 (disgust)
Rhys Blackwood: -80 (disgust)
Zeke Veridian: -85 (disgust)
Kian Sterling: -75 (disgust)
Malachi Arcanus: -80 (disgust)
Luna Sutton looked at the numbers above with delight in her eyes.
She remembered that her charm value used to be 0, and now it had increased to 10.
A charm value of 10 was still rubbish, but at least it was no longer zero.
She wasn't sure how she increased it, but it probably had something to do with her behavior.
The appearance section also increased by 10 points, from 10 to 20, which was likely related to her detox baths.
The good impressions from the five beast husbands had also changed.
She remembered Corbin Crowley's original impression was -100, utterly disgusted, and now it was -90.
Luna Sutton found it odd, given her use of aphrodisiac fruit and her kicking, the impression still increased?
Could it be that Corbin has a masochistic tendency?
Even Malachi Arcanus, whose impression was initially -90, had increased to -80.
She couldn't believe that her escape could make him feel better about her?
She shook her head, saying men are truly incomprehensible.
Rhys Blackwood and Kian Sterling's impressions also increased by 10 points each.
Zeke Veridian's impression increased the least, only 5 points, but at least it increased.
She didn't know how the impressions increased, but it must relate to her actions.
Although still negative numbers, it's a good start.
She glanced at the system panel and then turned it off.
Luna lay on the stone bed, which was hard and uncomfortable, with nothing to cover herself, leaving her shivering from the cold and unable to sleep.
She decided to sit by the fire and lean against the stone wall to sleep.
She planned to endure through the night and find some dry grass tomorrow to make a bed.
The night was silent, but the tribe was becoming more lively, with rhythmic sounds in her ears, almost like a song.
The noise was particularly loud, hard to ignore.
Luna's mouth twitched, secretly sighing at the passion of the beast world at night, with these sounds always audible.
Even she, from an apocalyptic world, found it a bit overwhelming.
Not knowing how much time had passed, she eventually dozed off.
Meanwhile, Malachi Arcanus was about to return to his cave when he noticed a faint firelight coming from Luna Sutton's cave.
On a whim, he turned and headed toward her cave.
Upon arriving, he saw a large pile of beast skins at the entrance, various animal hides, dirty, smelly, some even moldy.
They clearly hadn't been washed or dried.
Malachi Arcanus frowned deeply; those beast skins were hard-earned by the five of them, wasted by Luna Sutton.
Such a waste of good things.
With a flash of ice in his eyes, he stepped into the cave.
Clearly intending to confront Luna Sutton.
Inside, however, the scene surprised him.
The cave was empty, with only a few pieces of meat wrapped in broad leaves, grilled fish, and eight bird eggs.
Nothing else remained.
The cave was very clean and tidy, no longer resembling a dumpster.
Obviously, it had been cleaned up.
A fire burned brightly in the center of the cave.
Luna Sutton was huddled by the fire, arms around her knees, head resting against the stone wall, fast asleep.
She looked rather pitiful.
Malachi Arcanus sneered internally, "Pitiful yet deserved it, wasting a pile of good beast skins, serves her right to freeze."
He intended to leave, but his gaze lingered on Luna Sutton's ugly face, and he paused.
For some reason, she seemed different.
He couldn't exactly pinpoint what was different.
Her face didn't seem as ugly anymore.
Malachi Arcanus was startled by this thought, thinking himself crazy to find this ugly creep any less ugly.
He must be losing his mind.
But she had indeed become cleaner.
Luna Sutton was usually lazy and gluttonous, either eating or sleeping, extremely untidy.
Today she had groomed herself; it was like the sun had risen in the west?
Malachi Arcanus' gaze fell on the wrapped meat and grilled fish beside her.
A piece of grilled beast meat, three raw meat pieces.
The grilled meat was given by Kian Sterling, the other three discarded by him, Rhys Blackwood, and Zeke Veridian.
He had expected Luna Sutton to have eaten all the meat.
Unexpectedly, none were eaten, and they were still there.
"Is she really planning on losing weight? Can she resist?"
Malachi Arcanus raised an eyebrow, skeptical.
Wondering how long she could keep it up.
Probably by morning, she'd have eaten the meat.
Half-awake, Luna Sutton vaguely felt someone near her.
Opening her eyes, she saw Malachi Arcanus in her cave, observing her curiously.
The dancing firelight flickered on his face, making him appear even more strikingly handsome.
His deep eyes were lit with a mysterious glow, with a hint of inquiry, wondering what he was thinking.
Luna Sutton jumped in shock, assuming he had come to reprimand her.
Her drowsiness vanished instantly.
She sat up straight, scooting backward to create distance between them.
She looked at his face, awkwardly explaining, "I... I really didn't mean to spy on you bathing. I was just washing up at the river and didn't know you were there..."
Though she truly didn't mean to, the excuse sounded implausible even to herself.
Blame it on the original owner for always doing such improper things.
Seeing Malachi Arcanus' face darken, her voice grew quieter, eventually disappearing.
He gazed at her deeply, inscrutable if he believed her.
Thankfully, he didn't resort to violence, merely saying sternly, "It better be so."
With that, he turned and left.
As he left, Luna Sutton silently breathed a sigh of relief.
She muttered softly, "Stupid man."
Then, drawing her gaze back, she yawned and leaned against the stone wall again to sleep.
This time, however, sleep evaded her as chaotic thoughts filled her mind, images of her demise in the apocalypse entwined with the original owner's foolish ends in the novel.
The scenes replayed incessantly, like a movie looping in her mind, refusing to fade.
That night, Luna Sutton's sleep was restless.
The tribe's passionate sounds continued throughout the night, keeping her wide awake.
Especially in the second half of the night.
The sounds grew louder, accompanied by various strange noises.
She lay by the fire, face flushed, unable to sleep.
She admired the beastmen's incredible energy.
She also wondered if these beastmen ever slept?
In her pre-apocalyptic world, she constantly fought for survival, fought zombies, hunted for supplies, and had no time for such thoughts.
Nights were for resting and recharging strength.
Unlike the beastmen in this world, full of energy, hunting and mating around the clock.