Virelle continued exploring the rest of the system screen.
She examined each status bar—HP, PS, MP, and MS—trying to understand what they represented.
HP — Health Points. A clear indicator of her physical condition. If she got injured or sick, this bar would drop based on the severity.
SP — Stamina Points. Her physical energy, consumed by movement, running, combat—basically anything involving her body.
MP — Mana Points. A different kind of energy entirely. Less about muscle, more about magic. It was tied to the mind, not the body.
And lastly… MS — Mental Stamina.
This one was new.
Apparently, even thinking too hard, casting spells, or using certain skills could drain her mind's stamina. When that dropped, she'd probably lose focus—or worse.
"Huh… so you're telling me…" she murmured.
She looked back at the system's name:
Instant Regeneration God System
A light flickered in her eyes as it finally clicked.
"If I'm injured, sick, exhausted—physically or mentally—I can just use the system and go back to peak condition?"
Her heart skipped.
The realization hit her like a wave.
That's what the system did.
No healing potions. No long rests. No meditation circles or magic arrays.
Just tap into the function—and everything resets.
Even stamina. Even mana. Even her shattered mental energy.
"…Doesn't that mean I have… infinite energy?"
She muttered to herself, eyes wide.
The possibilities were… insane.
She glanced at her main status once more:
HP (Health Points): 91%
PS (Physical Stamina): 84%
MP (Mana Points): 92%
MS (Mental Stamina): 77%
"Why not try it?" she muttered to herself. "Let's see if it really works the way it says…"
She was just about to open the [Instant Regeneration] tab—curious to test if the system truly could restore her to peak condition—when it happened.
Shouting.
Panic.
Outside the cage, chaos erupted.
"Fuck! How come there are Orcs here?!"
"Shut up, idiot! They'll hear us—!"
"Shit! They heard us! RUN!!"
"Hey—don't take the horse—!"
Virelle froze.
Her hand halted in midair.
Her breath caught.
'Orcs…?'
Was that what they said?
Her heart started to pound. Her mind spun. Orcs? As in the monsters from fantasy games and novels?
'No, wait. Is that even real? Is this a joke?'
She didn't have time to figure it out.
A scream suddenly tore through the air—raw, panicked, and full of terror.
"No—no, no, no, PLEASE DON'T KILL ME—AHHHHH—!!"
It was him.
The same rough voice that had cursed at her. The same man who'd threatened to beat her just for making a sound.
Now… he was the one screaming.
And then—
Silence.
Just like that.
His voice was gone.
Virelle's eyes narrowed.
A sharp breath escaped her lungs.
Her legs… began to tremble.
For the first time since waking up in this new world—in this unfamiliar body—she felt it.
Fear.
Raw. Cold. Paralyzing.
And if things weren't already bad enough… she heard it.
A voice.
Not human.
But still—somehow—understandable.
"Human man. Killed."
"Yeah. We killed him."
"The other human ran fast."
"Took the horse. No food."
The voices were jagged. Rough. Too deep—too guttural.
They sounded… wrong.
Like the growl of something that wasn't made for speech, trying to force human words through a mouth full of teeth.
It was the difference between the hum of a car engine… and the roar of a monster truck.
Harsh. Alien. Monstrous.
Virelle's throat went dry.
Her chest rose and fell, shallow and quick.
Whatever was out there—it wasn't human.
Even if they once had been, they were something else now.
Savage. Brutal.
Maybe barbarians. Maybe monsters.
Virelle didn't know how barbarians acted in this world.
To be fair… she'd never even seen one in her old life either.
But this?
Charging in, speaking human language, and killing a man without hesitation?
That wasn't just barbaric.
It was merciless.
'Is this really the end…?'
She clenched her fists.
Just moments ago, she'd respawned—thrown into this strange new world, bound and caged. And before she could even reach whatever destination awaited her, the slaver—her only link to anything familiar—had been killed.
Now, she was the only one left.
Alone. Trapped. Vulnerable.
And the creatures outside… whatever they were, they didn't seem like the diplomatic type.
They weren't just monsters. They were predators.
Species mattered more than gender here.
And she was human.
'Will they kill me too?'
Her breath hitched.
She swallowed, heart pounding in her ears, and tried her best to remain perfectly still. Perfectly silent.
But luck… was not on her side.
"You smell that? Another human?"
"Mmm. Smell it. Human still here."
Her blood turned to ice.
Virelle froze.
Every muscle locked in place. Every breath caught in her throat.
Then—a loud rip.
The cloth that had covered the cage tore open from above, split apart like paper under claws.
Sunlight poured in.
But this wasn't hope.
This wasn't salvation.
Virelle didn't feel relief.
No.
Virelle's breath turned shallow, her heartbeat thundered in her chest, and her legs wouldn't stop trembling.
Her fear was no longer just in her mind—it had taken over her body.
Then—
[WARNING: Mental Stamina has dropped to 25%]
[Please activate the Instant Regeneration Function immediately!]
The system alert echoed in her head like a fire alarm.
But Virelle didn't hear it.
Couldn't.
Because right then, the last of the cage's cloth barrier—was shredded apart.
Torn like paper.
And through the gaping hole, the predator came into view.
Virelle's breath caught in her throat.
Her heart slammed against her ribs like it wanted to escape.
[WARNING: Mental Stamina has dropped to 22%]
[Mental Collapse Approaching – Use Instant Regeneration NOW!]
But Virelle still hadn't come back to herself.
She just stared—frozen—as the creature that had torn apart the slavers revealed itself.
It looked… human. At least, in shape.
But the similarities ended there.
Its skin was a pale, sickly green, and it towered nearly eight feet tall, its frame bulging with thick, grotesque muscles. At a glance, Virelle guessed it weighed at least 500 kilograms—and not an ounce of that was fat.
It was a monster in human form.
A predator disguised as a person.
Everything about it screamed danger—like a tiger walking on two legs, intelligent enough to speak, but feral enough to rip someone apart with its bare hands.
Virelle's entire body screamed at her to run.
But she couldn't.
Her limbs refused to move.
And then came the voices.
Low. Guttural. Broken—but understandable.
"Oh… another human."
"Yeah. Human. But female. We can't kill her."
"Human female? Then we don't kill her."
There were two of them.
Both orcs.
And their logic… felt bizarre.
But Virelle… didn't see any of that.
Her mind was already slipping—a lost cause.
With her Mental Stamina crashing toward 20%, her thoughts had stopped making sense. Her brain was no longer processing the world around her—it was spiraling into static.
The system kept blaring in the background, unheard.
[WARNING: Mental Stamina at 21%… 20%…]
To the orcs, though, she just looked like a frozen, wide-eyed human girl, staring at them in silence.
So, they stared back.
One of them crouched, squinting at her. His voice rumbled low.
"You. Human woman. Come with us. You are our prisoner now."
Virelle didn't respond.
Didn't blink.
Didn't even flinch.
The orc growled, annoyed.
"This human woman does not answer. She is bad."
His companion, however, shook his head slowly.
"No. She is scared. She see you."
The first orc frowned.
"Scared… of me? I look… ugly?"
The second orc nodded seriously.
"Yeah. You look ugly."
A beat of silence.
Then—
"YOU'RE UGLY!!"
The first orc roared, jabbing a thick green finger at his companion's face.
Their argument started brewing like a volcano about to erupt.
But.
That shout—
That damn orc's shout—
Was the final straw.
Virelle's already frayed mind couldn't take it.
[WARNING: Mental Stamina has dropped to 11%]
[WARNING: Mental Stamina has dropped to 11%]
[WARNING: Mental Stamina has dropped to 11%]
[Critical Threshold Breached]
[Host has lost the ability to make conscious decisions]
[Auto-Protocol Engaged]
[Activating: Instant Regeneration]
And then—it happened.
Suddenly, all four of her core stats began to spike.
No slow recovery. No delay.
Just—boom. Instant. Full Restore.
HP (Health Points): 85% → 100%
PS (Physical Stamina): 75% → 100%
MP (Mana Points): 88% → 100%
MS (Mental Stamina): 10% → 100%
It felt like someone had dipped her entire body—inside and out—into a divine pool of healing balm.
Not just her flesh.
Not just her mind.
But her very soul was soothed.
And in that clarity… the next notification hit.
[EXP Gained: +800]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[Level Up!]
[Willpower:+5]
Four levels. In one go. And even 5 stat points in Willpower.
From a single activation.
Virelle gasped—eyes wide, breath catching in her throat.
It was overwhelming. Too much to process.
Too much to even feel excited about.
But she didn't get the chance to think about it.
Because right then—
A voice boomed from just outside the cage.
"You… human woman. I'm… ugly?"
The orc stared straight at her—huge, tusked, and still huffing from the earlier shouting match. His face was painted with tribal tattoos, his hair tied back in thick braids.
His tusks jutted from a square jaw, and his green skin gleamed under the sun.
Crude armor barely covered his lower half, just a beast hide loincloth and some worn leather straps around his wrists and shins.
He looked like something out of a savage fantasy novel.
Terrifying.
And yet…
Something about the way he leaned forward, waiting for her answer—like a kid desperate for praise—made Virelle pause.
She could still remember how violently they'd killed the slavers just moments ago.
But right now?
He just looked… nervous.
Like her answer might actually break him.
A part of her wanted to say yes. Just to see what would happen.
But logic—and fear—stopped her.
Instead, she swallowed and forced a smile.
"No. You… you look cool."
The orc's expression lit up instantly.
He turned to his companion and pointed a proud finger at himself.
"You hear?! Human woman says I'm cool! Not ugly!"
The second orc glanced at Virelle, frowning.
"Don't lie, human woman. He is ugly."
Virelle blinked.
She had no idea how to respond to that.
The two of them started bickering again—loudly, aggressively—like kids in a sandbox.
And Virelle just sat there in the cage… stunned.
She remembered the way they'd butchered the slavers. No hesitation. No remorse.
But now?
They were arguing over who was uglier.
A shiver still crept up her spine—but it was different this time.
The fear of death… was gone.
Replaced by something else.