[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them":3,"chapter-grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-chapter-31":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1739697,2224,"Chapter 31 - Maira’s Health","grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-chapter-31",31,"\u003Cp>The night pressed quietly against the windows, but inside the kitchen, the lantern’s golden glow danced softly across aged wood and worn shelves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It flickered against the rising steam of a gently simmering pot, bubbling with a humble, homemade promise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira stood before it—barefoot, apron tied tight around her waist, hair pulled messily back. Her blouse clung to her with sweat, the neckline damp where the heat clung too thick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath came shallow but steady. Every movement deliberate. Every stir of the spoon slow and circular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she looked alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mirea leaned on the doorframe behind her, arms crossed loosely, an apple in one hand. She watched, eyes narrowed—not with judgment, but quiet concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You should sit down already,\" she said, biting into the fruit with a sharp crunch. \"You’re not well enough to be doing all this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira didn’t glance back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not. Maira. Just let me help—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said I’m fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharpness in her voice cracked the warmth in the room. Mirea paused mid-chew, blinking at the rare edge in her sister’s tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for the first time in years—years—Maira wasn’t curled up in bed. Wasn’t pale and breathless, coughing blood into cloth. She was standing. Moving. Sweating not from fever, but work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods, she was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a big one. Not bright. But a soft little curve tugging at the corner of her mouth as she stirred that soup like it was the most important thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mirea bit again, slower now. \"...You really care about that guy, huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still no answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Maira’s hand tightened around the wooden spoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mirea watched her silently, watching the shake in her shoulders as she ladled the soup with both hands into a bowl. Her fingers trembled, but she didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Wait, let me help you with at least that...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira’s voice came faint. \"No, I will serve it myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t even know him, Maira.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira ignored her sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding the bowl carefully. Steps cautious. Slow. Intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thud\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It happened in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her foot slipped. Maybe her knees gave out. Maybe her body just gave up all at once—but the bowl hit the floor hard, soup spilling across the planks in a hot, ruined mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Maira collapsed with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body hit the ground like a ragdoll, crumpling inwards. Her hands clenched at her stomach, her face twisted in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood poured from her nose in a thin, steady line. Her body curled reflexively as sharp pain clawed through her gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AaAAAHHH—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scream tore from her throat before she could even stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High. Raw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It ripped through the walls of the quiet home like something feral. Animal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maira—!\" Mirea’s apple hit the floor as she bolted forward, eyes wide with horror. \"Maira!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers dug into the apron covering her belly, shoulders trembling violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Urgh!\" She tried to move—tried to lift herself—but her arms gave out halfway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the tears—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t just from the pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They formed the moment her eyes saw the soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spilled across the floor. Wasted. Steam rising, vegetables scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That little bowl she’d cradled and prepared with all her heart now shattered at her knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...No... no, no, no...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But heartbreak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I made it for him...\" she whispered hoarsely, teeth clenched as her whole body shook. \"I made it for him...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mirea dropped beside her, grabbing her shoulder, eyes scanning her face, her nose, her gut—searching for the source of the blood and the agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t move—don’t talk! I’ll get help, just—Maira, gods, just breathe—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Maira couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes stared at the mess on the floor—more broken by the fallen soup than her own collapsing body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it wasn’t just food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proof that she could do something for someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That she could still give warmth, still be needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now it was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"SISTER!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slam of boots on the rooftop was immediate—two blurs dropping from the edge like wolves scenting blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Asperia! Move aside, dammit!\" Vex’s voice snapped from above as he landed hard behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the second he saw her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maira—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lay slumped beside the shattered bowl, blood running down from her nose, cheeks pale, fingers twitching as if trying to still hold onto the broken soup beneath her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed forward, dropping to his knees, his hand already reaching behind her shoulder to lift her upright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey—hey, what happened?\" His voice wasn’t teasing now. It was shaken. Urgent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira winced under his touch, her breath ragged, body curling tighter—but before she could answer—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s ill,\" Mirea snapped, standing defensively on the other side. \"I already told you that, but you made her cook.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words hit him harder than he expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vex froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" he muttered, eyes darting between the blood, the spilled broth, her trembling form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t tell her to—\" he started to say, but his voice trailed off. His hand, still around her shoulder, faltered. The truth was... he didn’t know. He didn’t ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before guilt could fully settle in, Maira’s voice came—weak but sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not true,\" she breathed, forcing her head up slightly. \"It was me... I wanted to cook...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand lifted slowly—barely enough to grasp his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He didn’t make me... He didn’t...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, her voice defended him. Her body curled in pain, her face pale, her nose bleeding—and she defended him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vex stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he didn’t know what to do with that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, almost too naturally, he shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you’re sick,\" he said, eyes narrowing now, \"why the hell are you pushing yourself like this? Can’t you think about your own body?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It came out harsher than he meant it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment it left his lips, he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They widened—then sank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the strength in her bones gave out all at once. She stared at him, confused, trembling... and then the confusion folded in on itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand dropped from his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pushed at his chest—weakly, but with meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And turned her head away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hate you,\" she whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words weren’t loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they landed like a slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she tried to sit up again, arms shaking, pushing away from him entirely—as if his presence itself hurt more than the bleeding in her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vex reached for her instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she wouldn’t look at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught her again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm slipped back around her waist—firm, steady—and he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly against his chest. Her body was still trembling, frail with strain, but he didn’t let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His forehead rested just above her shoulder, his breath warm against her neck. In a whisper and hushed tone, he pleaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t say that... it feels uncomfortable hearing it from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1162,"2026-06-06T16:35:52.539Z",1,"novelbin.me","6f667773c8e9b38e0420d8db47fc92d7d5e7e4477bfdce8dd76fc4bf35dbac9b","grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-chapter-32","grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-chapter-30",70,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgrind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-cover.jpg"]