Eva ate her meal with a distracted expression, which was rare when she was eating meat of all things.
The need to build her strength hit her hard—after seeing the chaos and the upcoming surface expedition, it dawned on her how weak she was.
She wasn't back in the zombie apocalypse, where she could command brainless zombies to fight or die for her while she lounged with her novels.
This was different. The monsters were deadly, and the people weren't mindless or powerless.
"Haa!" Eva dropped her fork, tugging at her hair with a frustrated sigh. 'Why couldn't she just transmigrate into a normal world like her predecessors with cool cheats? But no, she has to earn hers through near-death situations. Even the book she read was useless, no help at all.'
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, banging her head on the table and screaming silently into the air.
