Isabella scrolled through the list, eyes flicking over item after item.
Self-Heating Cooking Pot – 400 pts
Auto-Stirring Spoon – 300 pts
Ever-Sharp Chef's Knife – 350 pts
And so much more.
But her gaze stopped at the first item.
A self-heating cooking pot.
Her stomach churned.
She could have had this. She could have been cooking with ease instead of struggling over an open fire like a prehistoric caveman. But no. This damn system had decided she needed to suffer—forcing her to make clay pots by hand instead.
Her fingers twitched. She was one second away from starting a rant.
But then… reasoning hit her.
She sighed.
Fine.
It wasn't necessarily a bad thing. As much as she hated to admit it, she had learned a lot—how to make cooking tools, how to find materials, how to survive.
So instead of complaining, she swallowed her words and let it go.
For now.
She exhaled, shaking off her irritation, and finally asked, "Bubu, are these items… special in any way?"
[Yes.]
