"Not good, not good, I'm going to starve!"
Feeling the intense, burning hunger that hit her once she snapped out of her daze, Berry knew things were bad. She started moving, intending to quickly find something to eat.
But just as Berry stood up from her chair, her vision went black, her head spun violently, and she nearly plopped right back down.
"Damn it, my head hurts so much. Is this hypoglycemia? Not good, not good."
Holding her head with one hand and leaning on the workbench with the other, Berry barely managed not to faint.
Standing up abruptly after sitting for a whole day nearly caused her to pass out immediately.
Shoot, having not eaten all day, she must be suffering from hypoglycemia.
That's how soft Girls weighing less than fifty kilograms are; skipping one meal can cause hypoglycemia severe enough to make you doubt life itself. Not to mention Berry, who abuses her body —she only lasted the day thanks entirely to the caffeine in the cola.
Berry clutched her head, her expression one of great pain.
It truly hurt, more than her first night.
Her vision was blurring. Berry fumbled along the table, trying to get out of the basement.
This damned place was specifically designed with reinforced soundproofing; even if she screamed until her throat burst, no one outside would hear her.
She had to rely on herself.
But the moment she took a step, Berry felt like she was walking on cotton. Her knees buckled, and she nearly performed a face-plant.
No good, no good, absolutely no good.
This time, she had absolutely pushed things too far!
The alarm bells were ringing wildly in Berry's heart. She couldn't possibly collapse here.
As the savior of humanity, although collapsing on the eve of success would be romantic, she was still miles away from that eve.
Besides, collapsing like this would be ridiculous —fainting due to hypoglycemia.
"Wait, cola! Cola has sugar too!"
In her haste, Berry laboriously turned her mind and thought of her usual provisions: Happy Water.
Berry frantically pawed through the box of little coca-cola next to the table, knocking over a pile of empty cans.
Finally, she covered her head in despair.
NO!
She had almost forgotten that she had finished the last can of little coca-cola hours ago.
If only she had bought two more cases.
But now regret was too late, because Berry was about to BBQ.
Berry knew she was about to faint.
Her heart was anxious, but it couldn't stop her brain from its forced shutdown.
In the final moments before losing consciousness, Berry could only muster the last bit of strength in her fingers to dial the most familiar number.
"V, save me... "
After that came darkness. Even the pain of her body hitting the floor couldn't bring Berry back to consciousness; only the dialing symbol on the lens of the holographic glasses that had fallen beside her kept flashing.
"Berry, what's wrong? Where are you? Berry, tell me quickly!"
The woman's voice was urgent; one could imagine the anxious face of its owner.
But none of this could disturb our protagonist, Berry, who lay peacefully on the floor with her eyes closed... A strange ceiling.
Although Berry, opening her eyes in a daze, wanted to say that, the ceiling before her was actually quite familiar.
She blinked a few times, and as the memory center in her brain slowly resumed function, Berry remembered everything.
She knew her name was Berry, she was 17 years old this year, and she came from the Bakel Nomad Family.
She also had a capable older sister named Valerie, though she, like everyone else, usually called her by her common name, V.
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