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Isabella expected a life of luxury, not a rude awakening in a wild forest with a clingy system demanding survival skills she clearly lacks. “Farming? You want me to grow food? I once killed a cactus!” she protests, grappling with the absurdity of her new reality where cold rivers replace hot showers and rugged beastmen dominate the landscape. These muscular locals don’t share her appreciation for self-care, and their hygiene habits leave much to be desired. “If your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem!” she declares, determined to elevate their grooming game while navigating ridiculous quests thrown at her by the system.
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