Stat Slap 1

Isabelle’s life was garbage. Then she got yeeted into Beaubinte—a stat-ridden fantasy hellpit where caves whisper loot me, the logs scream errors, and poison arrows count as handshakes. She was supposed to be a side character. Probably. Now her sneak stat won’t stop climbing, her fireballs keep committing war crimes, and the system is either sentient or just high on its own code. The prophecy’s glitched. The Citadel’s on fire. The gods are watching like it’s reality TV. Isabelle? Underdressed. Overleveled. Emotionally unavailable. Looting everything that isn’t nailed down. This world can die mad about it. Like buggy skill trees, crackhead chosen ones, and divine oversight with a body count? Welcome to Beaubinte. Hope you brought potions.