Six days. Belle's stomach twisted. That was nothing. That was a blink. That was barely enough time to plan anything.
"And I can give you how much," Belle asked.
"First extraction from bronze-tier is one hundred sixty points. That's approximately one and a half days."
One and a half days of his life.
In exchange for what. Twenty-four hours of enhanced Treasure Sense? Forty-eight? She didn't even know if the buff would stick or how strong it would be.
Belle sat on the edge of the bed. The mattress was soft. Too soft. Everything in this pocket dimension felt like it cost more than Belle's entire childhood.
"This is so messed up," she said.
"I know."
"You're basically a supernatural parasite."
"I'm aware."
"And I'm about to let you feed off me."
"Only if you consent."
Belle's gaze sharpened, moving past the soft body and the round face.
He was scared.
Not of her. Not of the extraction.
Scared of dying.
