Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor.

"System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!"

Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt?

"A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!"

And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation.

"You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!"

Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters.

"Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem."
"You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it."
"A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it."

And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms.
The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed."

No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense.

"If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize."

She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude.

"If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war."
"If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats."
"You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield."

Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way?

"What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!"

But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations.

Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?"

Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that."

Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind."

Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress.

"If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade."
"I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch."

And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her.

"A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now."

Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

If you're here expecting a meek, humble, "I will survive quietly in this new world" heroine—turn around now. Isabella is NOT that girl.


She's loud. She's dramatic. She's a diva. And if that already annoys you, I highly recommend you close this book and go sip some tea elsewhere. I don't need your hate comments, and Isabella sure as hell doesn't care about them. 


(And if you're already annoyed, congrats—you've just proven how effective my writing is.)


But for those of you who are here for the fun, who love a heroine that speaks her mind, refuses to suffer in silence, and will absolutely teach beastmen the importance of skincare, fashion and seasoning their food—welcome! You're in for a ride.


Yes, Isabella will be extra. Yes, she will complain. Yes, she will have growth, but she's not going to wake up one day in a strange world and suddenly become a humble, quiet little survivalist. She's going to thrive, her way.


So if you're ready for chaos, business-building, romance, humor, and a leading lady who knows her worth, grab your popcorn. This is going to be one hell of a journey.


"Beastmen beware—Isabella has arrived, and she's bringing bath bombs."


Introduction: Enter at Your Own Risk.