Surviving The Beast World With My 'Sassy' System-Chapter 75: Pseudo C-Class

She sank into the state with ease.

The circulation began on its own.

Energy streamed through her limbs in smooth cycles, washing through muscle and bone before returning to her core. The dull fatigue lingering from the day dissolved rapidly, replaced by a steady strength that spread outward from her chest.

Lavayla’s awareness deepened.

Last night, guiding the energy felt like forcing water through blocked channels.

Now, the pathways were open.

The flow accelerated.

One circulation became two. Then three.

The warmth intensified, pressing against her skin from within. Her heartbeat slowed, yet each pulse carried heavier force, sending waves of energy rippling through her frame.

Then something changed.

The energy did not disperse after completing its cycle.

Instead, it gathered.

Compressed.

Lavayla’s brows twitched slightly as the circulating force began converging at the center of her body, spinning tighter and tighter, refusing to fade like before.

Pressure built inside her chest.

Instinctively, she continued the technique.

The gathered energy surged downward, crashing through a barrier she had never noticed until that moment.

Her body trembled.

A silent shock spread through her limbs as warmth exploded outward, flooding every part of her physique at once.

The circulation transformed.

What had once been a gentle flow became a powerful current, heavier and far more stable. Her muscles tightened subtly, her bones humming with faint vibration as if reinforced from within.

Lavayla’s eyes snapped open.

She inhaled sharply.

The world felt clearer.

The air brushing her skin, the distant waterfall, even the faint movements within the cave registered with startling clarity.

She stared at her hands.

Strength lingered there. Real strength.

Without realizing it, she had perfected the fourth layer of the physique-strengthening method.

Now, she simply needed to continue cultivating any chance she got.

Smiling widely, she lay down.

Sleep did not come immediately.

Her thoughts drifted toward Shalika’s words.

Successors.

The word echoed faintly in her mind as the fire crackled softly beside them.

——

The next morning, Lavayla stretched slowly as consciousness returned to her.

Warm light filtered faintly through the waterfall entrance, and the cool air of early morning brushed against her skin. She turned her head instinctively toward Vai, who was still asleep beside her, his tiny cheeks puffed and peaceful.

Smiling softly, she brushed aside the loose strands of hair on his forehead and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against it before sitting up.

’Good morning, host~! Congratulations on completing one of the tasks for the achievement log today!’ Nessa’s cheerful voice rang inside her mind.

Lavayla blinked once in surprise before her expression relaxed. The sudden announcement caught her off guard, but only briefly. It seems she has gotten used to it.

"Show me."

Achievement log?

She had completely forgotten about it.

A translucent panel unfolded instantly before her eyes, glowing faintly with pale blue light.

[WILD GENESIS, ACHIEVEMENT LOG]

Kill 1/5 high-tier beasts – Reward: 100,000 points

Kill 1/5 mid-tier beasts – Reward: 50,000 points

Survive a day in the primitive beast world – Reward: 5,000 points (Completed!)

Survive 5/5 days in the primitive beast world – Reward: 25,000 points (Completed!)

Survive 5/10 days in the primitive beast world – Reward: 35,000 points (New!)

Assist mid-tier Beastmen in battle and gain the upper hand – Reward: 8,000 points (Completed!)

Harvest 1/10 mid-tier beast cores – Reward: 10,000 points

Fight face-to-face with a mid-tier Beastman and win – Reward: 20,000 points

Gain the favor of 5 to 10 Beastmen – Reward: 10,000 points (Completed!)

Gain the favor of 50 to 100 Beastmen – Reward: 50,000 points (New!)

Cook and eat in the primitive world for 3 days without the system’s assistance – Reward: 20,000 points (Mandatory!) (Completed!)

Lavayla’s eyes widened before a bright smile spread across her face.

"So many completed already..."

She had been too focused on surviving day by day to notice how much progress she had actually made.

Her heartbeat quickened slightly as another thought surfaced.

"Show me my status screen."

The achievement panel dissolved and was immediately replaced by another interface.

[Status Screen – Wild Genesis System]

Name: Lavayla Kingsley

Gender: Female

Status: Alive (Healthy)

Race: Human

Survival Rank: Pseudo C-Class (This rank indicates the host has begun developing independent survival capability within low to moderate danger zones. The host can withstand limited exposure to hostile environments and minor chaotic energy without immediate external protection. However, sustained survival against mid-tier threats still requires Beastman assistance or strategic retreat.)

System Sync Level: 89%

Current Points: 162,000 Points

Lavayla smiled widely, "One hundred and sixty-two thousand..."

When she had first arrived in this world, even a few hundred points had seemed precious enough to guard carefully. Now the system balance has reached this level.

Her gaze lingered on another detail.

Pseudo C-Class.

That meant she was no longer completely helpless.

A faint warmth spread through her chest. She was adapting to this brutal world far faster than she expected.

Still, the description made one thing very clear.

She was not strong enough yet.

Not without Mirek. Not without protection.

As expected, it has only been a few days since she arrived in this world. She couldn’t suddenly become strong in mere days.

Lavayla exhaled slowly and closed the panel.

The cave was peaceful, filled only with the distant roar of falling water and the steady breathing of those still asleep. Outside, sunlight shimmered through drifting mist, painting the stone walls with soft gold.

If her survival rank had increased, then her body must have changed too.

She clenched her fist experimentally. Strength flowed more smoothly through her arm than before, and even the faint heaviness she used to feel after waking was gone.

"Nessa," she called quietly in her mind. "Has my resistance to chaotic energy improved?"

’Of course, host!’ Nessa replied proudly. ’Your body has begun passive adaptation. Continued exposure combined with proper absorption sources will accelerate evolution.’

Evolution.

Nessa continued cheerfully, ’The guardian’s words were true. The vegetables you consumed benefited your body immensely. Combined with the physique strengthening technique you have been practicing, your evolution has accelerated significantly.’

Lavayla lowered her gaze slightly as she absorbed those words.

So it was not merely her imagination.

Ever since arriving in this world, every meal, every experience, and every exhausting moment of training had slowly reshaped her body. The changes were subtle, almost unnoticeable from day to day, yet when viewed together, the difference was undeniable.

She flexed her fingers again, feeling strength gather naturally beneath her skin.

A small smile curved on her lips.

"Ah, everything is going well, isn’t it? Only if it could continue like this."

Nessa fell silent for a brief moment before replying in a softer tone.

’But it cannot.’

Lavayla’s smile faded just slightly, though there was no surprise in her eyes. From the moment she entered this primitive world, she already understood one truth.

Peace never lasted long here.

Danger, conflict, and survival were constants. Growth only came hand in hand with risk.

She released a quiet breath and shook her head faintly, pushing aside the lingering thought.

"Yes... anyway, talk to you later, Nessa."

The system presence receded from her mind, leaving behind familiar silence.

Lavayla lifted her gaze and a yawn escaped her as she rose to her feet.

Her gaze moved toward the fire area.

The flames had long died, leaving only neatly gathered ashes packed to one side. Someone had clearly cleaned the area already.

She glanced toward Mirek’s sleeping mat.

Empty.

Lavayla sighed helplessly.

Mirek really enjoys waking up early.

Shaking her head, she stepped toward the cave entrance.

The moment she walked outside, she froze.

Cleaned beast furs hung across stretched branches, drying under the morning light. Nearby, large chunks of freshly washed beast meat rested inside a hollowed stone basin.

Lavayla blinked.

What in the world...

Since when had he woken up to do all this?

Seriously, the stamina of Beastmen was terrifying.

"Good morning."

Mirek’s voice came from the side as he approached, carrying another bundle of materials.

"I went hunting after waking," he explained calmly. "You said we needed coverings."

Lavayla turned toward him, masking her surprise.

"Good morning," she replied, crouching beside the furs. "But we still need to turn these into something usable."

Her fingers moved toward a bundled mass lying nearby.

Sinew.

Carefully removed and cleaned after butchering.

"I can make thread from this," Mirek said, already kneeling beside a stone basin and soaking the hardened strips in water. "But I will need help pulling it apart."

Lavayla immediately moved to sit opposite him.

Once softened, Mirek began separating the sinew. The thick tendons resisted stubbornly, refusing to split easily.

"Hold this end," he instructed.

Lavayla gripped it firmly while Mirek pulled from the opposite side. At his signals, she adjusted her strength until the dense material slowly separated into long pale fibers.

Piece by piece, the sinew divided.

Mirek twisted several strands together with practiced efficiency.

Lavayla watched closely before attempting the motion herself. Her movements were clumsy at first, but repetition quickly improved her control. Rolling the fibers between her palms, she tightened them into durable cords.

Mirek glanced at her hands, faint surprise crossing his expression.

"You learn fast."

She shrugged lightly. "Cooking also requires preparation skills."

Before long, several coils of strong sinew thread rested beside them.

Next came the needle.

Lavayla selected a slender bone taken from the Ridgebeast’s limb and handed it over.

"This should be shaped thin," she said. "Like a thorn."

Mirek understood immediately. He carried it to a flat rock and began grinding one end against stone with steady pressure. The dense bone scraped loudly as fragments wore away.

What would have taken Lavayla hours took him only minutes.

He returned with a narrow, sharpened piece.

Lavayla refined the tip further before carefully carving a tiny eye near the opposite end using a pointed shard of stone. The bone cracked once, forcing her to start again with better control.

At last, a small opening formed.

She threaded sinew through it and lifted the finished tool with satisfaction.

"A needle."

Mirek examined it closely, a genuine interest visible in his eyes.