⚠️ 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.
