Luna's fingertips trembled as they touched her own face; the beauty reflected in the water was doing the same.
Her nose suddenly stung—so all the ridicule and malice she and the original host had suffered, it was all thanks to these damned venomous insects.
She suddenly remembered what the system had said when it bound to her: "As long as the host completes the strategy missions, you can earn all kinds of rewards and even restore your looks~"
Thinking back now, it was all a fucking scam.
"Stupid system, get out here right now."
She snarled inwardly, gritting her teeth in fury.
But all she got in return was dead silence.
Ever since that damned system punished her by making her ugly, it's played dead, silent as a corpse.
"Heh..."
She scoffed coldly, shoved Mael Valerius aside, bent down and scooped up water to wash her face, scrubbing away the black sticky stuff and blood.
