Stelle couldn't understand it.
How could there be no Stellaron?
The game offered players dozens of options.
Stelle glanced at the time. After hurriedly washing up, she crawled under the covers with her Long-Range Remote Sensor.
Too lazy to read through them, she casually selected the first species on the list.
[You died.] [The Empire has no "Swarm."]
Stelle's competitive streak flared up at once.
She selected the different species one by one, in order.
This time, the system message changed.
[The Empire has no shortage of rations.]
Stelle: "???"
What did that mean?
She wasn't even qualified to be rations?
Stelle tried plenty of options. Only when she selected the species called "Starfish" did the system message change.
[You became canned food.] [Permanent talent acquired: delicious.]
Stelle slowly lowered the Long-Range Remote Sensor in her hands.
Who needed a talent like that?!
So "Starfish" were the Empire's rations?
Silver Wolf, you lied to me!
Stelle quit the game and checked their chat history.
[Ult to the Face: ...It's not one of those games where people die at the drop of a hat, is it?] [Silver Wolf: Of course not. Trust me.]
Stelle: "..."
It really wasn't!
She couldn't even argue with that.
Stelle forced herself to be patient, working her way from "Starfish" all the way to "human."
This time, she didn't die on the spot and reached the game's next stage-allocating stats.
She had twenty stat points to spend.
Between looks, intelligence, constitution, and family background, Stelle decisively abandoned looks and family background, pouring all her points into intelligence and constitution.
Come on.
You had to be strong yourself to get anything done.
The gang members hadn't considered her looks or family background when they killed her!
``` [Age zero: