CHAPTER 427: CHAPTER 427: LIFE IN YOU

⚠️ New mission detected. Brace yourself, Host.

Bubu’s voice echoed through the glowing mist, clear and emotionless, as two golden notifications blinked into existence before Isabella’s eyes:

🌀 [Mission 1] Convince the Lunareen to let you stay at their base — 150 points

💀 [Mission 2] Try not to die — 480 points

Isabella blinked once. Then twice. Her jaw slowly dropped.

"Wait, what?" she blurted, turning toward Bubu’s hovering blue screen. "Why the hell is ’not dying’ worth more points than convincing them?"

Bubu was silent for half a second—an ominous, too-long half second.

"Because probability suggests you will fail Mission 1," the system said flatly.

"EXCUSE ME?" Isabella shrieked. "You’re supposed to encourage me, not write my obituary!"

"Encouragement has no statistical impact on survival," Bubu replied.

"Neither does your attitude!" Isabella snapped, pointing at the glowing rectangle like she could throttle it. "You demonic toaster, answer me right now! Why is try not to die a whole 480 points? That’s robbery!"

"Good luck, Host," Bubu said serenely—then vanished.

"Bubu! Don’t you dare—"

The screen flickered once, and then poof—gone.

"COME BACK YOU LITTLE DEMONIC SYSTEM!" Isabella shouted into the mist. "You can’t just drop me into literal death soup and log off!"

Her voice echoed, bouncing off the strange crystal walls. She stared at the creature who was in the air now.

"Oh my God," she whispered, clutching Glimora closer. "She really did log off. She left me. I’ve been ghosted by a system."

Glimora whimpered against her chest, her small tail flicking nervously. Isabella pressed a hand to her tiny head, whispering shakily, "It’s fine. It’s fine. Mommy’s not panicking, see? Totally fine. We’re just in a glowing death lagoon with carnivorous snake ladies. Nothing weird about that at all."

But her voice trembled. Her knees felt like water.

The water stirred again—low, rhythmic waves brushing the glowing sand. The central figure—tall, regal, terrifying—rose even higher. The liquid around her shimmered like glass, reflecting Isabella’s pale, panicked face. The creature’s upper body glistened with bluish light, hair flowing in a slow, hypnotic sway as if underwater even here. Her eyes were faintly luminous—like twin moons staring through Isabella’s soul.

Her voice came again, low and resonant. "A mortal."

The word rippled through the mist, making Isabella’s skin prickle.

The creature tilted her head slightly, and Isabella swore the entire lagoon seemed to lean with her. Behind her, faint shapes began to emerge from the water—other figures, half-women, half-serpent, their tails coiling like living ribbons beneath the glowing surface. They were beautiful, impossibly so. Faces carved like marble, smooth and inhumanly perfect—but their eyes were hollow, cold.

The kind of beauty that warned you not to get closer.

Isabella gulped.

Okay. Okay, this was fine. Totally fine.

"So, um..." she started, her voice small and shaky. "Hi?"

A pause.

"I was just wondering if, you know, maybe... you had... space?" she said, her hands gesturing vaguely toward the glowing expanse. "Like a little room? A corner? A rock, even? Just somewhere I can stay for a bit?"

No response.

The serpent woman simply watched her, eyes glimmering faintly like shifting tides.

"I can pay rent," Isabella added quickly, desperate. "I mean, not in money—i don’t have that with me—but I can sing. Badly. Or clean, maybe? I’m great at sweeping. I once swept an entire palace courtyard. True story."

Still nothing.

Her voice cracked. "You guys aren’t big on jokes, huh?"

A ripple of movement—soft laughter from somewhere beneath the surface, low and eerie, like the sound of water bubbling from a drowned throat. The hairs on Isabella’s neck rose.

"Oh, cool," she said shakily. "The ghost giggle. That’s—yeah, that’s comforting."

The lead Lunareen leaned closer, water swirling in elegant spirals around her tail. The movement was hypnotic, like watching silk float in slow motion. Isabella’s feet instinctively stepped back, but the ground beneath her seemed to move, almost pulling her forward instead.

"Mortal," the creature said softly. "You trespass upon our sacred cove."

The air vibrated with the weight of her voice. Isabella could barely breathe.

"I—I didn’t mean to trespass!" she said, holding her hands up. "I was just looking for somewhere to sleep, you know, like a cozy corner where—"

"Silence."

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was like the sea itself had spoken. Isabella’s throat locked instantly.

Glimora let out a terrified squeak, curling into her arms tighter. Isabella’s heart thundered, pounding in her chest like drums.

The Lunareen’s gaze sharpened, her irises swirling like liquid silver. "We do not welcome mortals."

"Right," Isabella whispered. "Noted. Completely understandable. But maybe, um, you could make an exception? Just a tiny one?"

No answer.

The creature’s tail coiled beneath the water, a faint shimmer of light circling her. And suddenly—Isabella was off the ground.

Her breath caught, her legs kicking as invisible water currents lifted her up. The lagoon below gleamed like glass, her reflection fracturing in ripples.

"Wait—wait, wait, WAIT!" she yelped, flailing helplessly. "You can’t just pick people up like—like a soggy towel!"

The Lunareen raised one hand, fingers tipped with translucent claws that shimmered in the light. Isabella froze as droplets hovered in the air around her—hundreds of them, suspended midair like floating gems.

Her fan slipped halfway from her belt. Her pulse raced.

The Lunareen tilted her head again, studying her face. "A mortal with moonlight in her scent," she murmured. "How curious."

"Moonlight? I use homemade soap!" Isabella blurted before she could stop herself. "It’s not—oh my God, please don’t kill me!"

Her words came out in a rush. Her voice cracked at the end.

Another ripple of sound rose from below—the laughter of more Lunareen, musical and cruel.

"Human," the leader said again, quieter now. "You are trembling."

"I’m cold!" Isabella said too quickly. "Just cold, you know—lagoon breeze, haunted atmosphere, homicidal mermaid energy—it’s chilly!"

The Lunareen’s expression didn’t change.

For a moment, no one spoke. The water pulsed faintly around Isabella’s feet, glowing brighter. Her reflection shimmered, then fractured—and she swore she saw something move beneath it, something massive.

Her breath hitched again.

She tried to speak, but before the words could leave her lips, the Lunareen suddenly went still.

Her glowing eyes flickered, narrowing. The water around them stopped moving.

The other serpent women froze mid-motion, their laughter dying instantly. The air changed—sharp, cold, and heavy.

And just like that, the entire lagoon went silent.

The lead Lunareen’s gaze shifted, as if sensing something. Her tail flicked once, sending ripples through the glowing water. Her expression—previously calm and mocking—turned deadly serious.

She raised her head slightly, sniffing the air.

"Life..." she murmured, her tone shifting, curious now. "Life in you."