Ayra accepted the task without hesitation. Anything to avoid death.

She glanced again at the beastmen gathered around the injured youth. Their attention was fixed on him, faces filled with pity but no hope. Losing people was normal here. They lacked the medical knowledge to treat injuries and illnesses common in such a dangerous zone, so many died from what should have been treatable wounds.

While they mourned, Ayra seized her chance. "I can save him."

Silence fell. Everyone turned to stare at her, confused. Some were shocked; others scoffed.

"Save who?"

"What is she talking about? She’s an F-rank female. What can she do when she can’t even save herself?"

"What a joke."

But Ayra pressed on. "Why not give me a try and see for yourselves? There’s no harm in trying since none of you can save him anyway."

The antelope snapped, "What do you mean by that? Are you looking down on me?"

Ayra ignored him. "I might be an F-rank female, but I have strong medical skills," she said, turning to face the wolf commander. "You can ask him—he can confirm it."

Everyone paused and looked at the wolf commander, puzzled. They wondered what she meant.

The wolf commander’s cold, emotionless eyes locked onto Ayra. It was the same piercing gaze she remembered—one that suggested he could kill her with a glance alone. She couldn’t read his thoughts, but she pressed on. "I’m pretty sure you’re aware I can help save him. So let me down, and I’ll do it."

"Who does this female think she is? An A-rank female or something?"

"We should have just burned her and been done with it. So bothersome."

"Let’s not pay her any attention. She’s just spouting nonsense."

"Commander, don’t bother with someone so crazy..."

"Untie her and let her down," the wolf commander spoke.

It was the first time Ayra heard his voice—deep, husky, and oddly alluring. As he spoke, everyone fell silent. No one dared question him.

They were all shocked by the decision. He was the same person who had ordered them to burn her before he left, yet now he wanted her freed.

Ayra smiled in relief as they untied her. Once standing, she stretched and met their gazes. Every male stared at her with disgust and contempt. She knew they wanted her dead as soon as possible.

Ayra smiled at the wolf commander. "Thanks for cooperating—"

"If you can’t heal him, I’ll take your head off immediately," he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

Ayra’s shivers ran down her spine. "And what if I save him?"

The wolf hesitated, studying her intently.

"Shameless! She dares question the commander?"

"Let’s just kill her!"

The wolf finally said, "You live... for the meantime."

Meantime? Ayra scoffed. But it was better than nothing. She’d find a way out by then. She smiled confidently. "Sure." Her assurance left the others confused.

"Can she really heal anything?"

"I doubt it. She’ll probably die soon."

Everyone watched as she approached the youth, who lay partially unconscious in immense pain. She knelt before him as the wolf and warriors who had returned with him gathered close, watching her every move. They’d clearly take her head if she tried anything suspicious.

She tried to ignore them and focused on the young wolf, bruised and bleeding across his chest and face. The beast monster had truly done a number on him.

[Ding!]

[Beastman stats]

[Breed: Wolf]

[Rank: C- Rank]

[Berserk/Corruption Level: 50%!]

[Host, heal his injuries and then soothe him to safety zone]

Ayra panicked. This was practically a child! She couldn’t imagine doing anything inappropriate with him.

[Host, note: Based on the individual involved, different soothing methods will be required. Not all beastmen require sexual interventions for soothing]

[Soothing method for the wolf youth: Patting of forehead while holding hands]

[Reward: Improved Beauty, Pheromones, and Soothing Capabilities stats!]

[Penalty If Failed: Death by burning]

[Duration: 10 Minutes]

Ayra nodded in relief. The system presented her with the required herbs and medications, even showing her where to find them.

She looked around briefly, then rose to her feet. Everyone’s eyes followed as she walked to a bush and picked three leaves.

"What’s she doing?" the tiger—the wolf commander’s colleague—asked, confused.

The antelope scoffed, rolling his eyes. "She’s a joke. Thinks she can do better than me? Dream on!" He folded his arms.

Ayra quickly returned, squeezing the leaves together and applying the mixture to the youth’s injuries.

The young wolf winced, groaning in pain.

Alarmed, the wolf commander glared at her, and others reached for their weapons.

"Calm down," Ayra said. "He’s supposed to react in pain if treatment is working and he’s still alive." They settled down and watched her closely.

She meticulously applied the mixture to his wounds. Everyone watched in confusion, but she seemed to know what she was doing.

When the youth’s injuries began to clear, gasps filled the air.

"What the..."

"Am I seeing things?"

The antelope rubbed his eyes and stared again, speechless. "What was that...?"

Ayra smiled as she continued applying the mixture. Slowly, the open wounds closed, though marks and blood stains remained.

"How did she do that?"

"What did she do? Isn’t she just an F-rank female? How can she do this?"

Everyone was stunned. But the wolf commander knelt there, watching calmly as the injuries healed.

Soon, Ayra finished. She stared at the youth.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations Host, injuries healed]

[Now soothe him before it worsens!]

[Corruption Level: 50%]

Ayra sighed and slowly brought her palms to his forehead.

Everyone watched in confusion as she gently ran her fingers across his forehead, calming him, while she also held his hand.

The youth responded positively—his panting softened, his tense body relaxed, as if he were drifting into a deep, comfortable sleep.

Soon, it was done.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations Host! You’ve successfully soothed the youth wolf to safety zone!]

[Corruption Level: 20%]

[Rewards Granted: Improved stats]

[Beauty: 3%]

[Pheromones: 2%]

[Soothing Capabilities: 2%]

Ayra sighed. The rewards weren’t much, but at least she wouldn’t die today. And the soothe had been easy. She guessed higher-ranked beastmen would be harder to calm.

She got up and stared at the youth. "Done."

Immediately, the wolf commander gestured to the antelope, who rushed over to check on the young wolf again. After running his tests, the antelope’s eyes widened in immense shock as he stared at the wolf commander.

"He... He’s completely healed and safe."