[{"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-53":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},1739649,2224,"Chapter 53- Maira’s Inferiority","grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-chapter-53",53,"\u003Cp>The room was dim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muted streaks of daylight slipped through the gaps in the old wooden shutters, casting faint patterns over the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust hung motionless in the silence, save for the muffled tremor that came from beneath the bedsheet bundled in the far corner of the mattress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira lay curled, her body hidden under the faded cover, as if trying to disappear into the fabric itself. But the trembles betrayed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So did the soundless, choking sobs that escaped with every breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her knees were drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, as if she was trying to hold herself together—physically, emotionally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body flinched again—sudden, violent, like a heart punched from the inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fresh wave of tears soaked the edge of the bedsheet near her cheek, where her face pressed against the fabric, muffling every sound she didn’t want the world to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pain... it pulsed louder than anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had heard everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, she had stood outside the very door that now guarded her grief. One hand raised... almost knocking. Almost brave enough to interrupt, to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she listened to everything after Asperia pulled Vex back into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the breathless moans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the creaking wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the rhythm of two bodies moving in a way that needed no words—no explanations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had always imagined him wild, maybe cruel—the way he killed those evil men, but somewhere deep inside, hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one day... maybe. If she gave everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she proved herself. If she stayed close enough, long enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d seen the way he glanced at her, sometimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How he saved her. How his voice changed slightly around her. It was foolish, childish even—but she’d fed on those little sparks, letting them grow into something dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silent hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But outside that door... it all shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just the fact he’d slept with someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was who.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asperia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident. Possessing Everything. Wise. Walking Fairy. She’s just the kind of woman who belongs with a man like Vex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira’s hand tightened against her thigh beneath the sheet, fingernails digging into her own skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I’m nothing like her.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was soft. Frail. Poor. A village girl who didn’t even have shoes until last year. What did she have that could compare to a princess? To that strength? That grace?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t even protect her own sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t speak up when she wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t walk into a room without lowering her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought clawed through her chest again, ripping deeper—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Of course he didn’t see me. Of course I was just a burden to be protected once, not someone to stay beside him.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing that...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as she sobbed and curled tighter under the weight of it all, some piece of her heart—wounded and pathetic—still clung to that one small thread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Maybe... I could’ve loved him more.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe her heart was clumsier. Maybe her hands weaker. But she would’ve given him everything. Every broken piece. Every ounce of courage she’d ever gathered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would’ve followed him into fire. Would’ve stood behind him, even if he never turned back to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Was that not enough?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hic...sob...n-no..\" Her tears came faster now. Her breath hitched painfully as another tremor passed through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the coins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That final moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the world laughing at her illusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So much of it. Dropped like scraps onto the table. Each coin glittering with a message:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You are nothing. You have nothing. You mean nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never hated herself more than in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never hated her own worthlessness more than when she saw how rich he was. How powerful. Untouchable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How kind, even in the way he ruined her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he hadn’t done it to hurt her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done it because he didn’t know she could be hurt that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow, that made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath caught again, chest spasming with silent grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I shouldn’t have felt this way.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I shouldn’t have hoped.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She buried her face deeper into the pillow, the sheets soaking in her despair, shaking, aching, silently wishing she had never met him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, her heart betrayed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if he walked in that door—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he just held out his hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know if she had the strength to say no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hic...n-no, don’t hope...Please..\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck, ow, that was definitely not a good idea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice broke the silence like a rock through glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maira flinched beneath the sheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew that voice. She knew that laugh—rough and lazy, even when it was half-whispered through a hiss of pain. The same voice that had haunted her thoughts all night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one she had dreamed of curling around her like a whisper in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart lurched, panicked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The window creaked behind her. Footsteps shuffled against the wooden floor. A faint grunt followed, like someone brushing dust off themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Maira?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She squeezed her eyes shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just go away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to be seen like this. Not by him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oi,\" Vex’s voice again, light, testing, with a note of his usual mocking grin. \"You hiding in there like a dying squirrel or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her breath shook, and that was enough. He heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hey,\" he said, quieter now. \"Are you crying?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teasing tone dropped. She felt his steps pause, the floor holding its breath with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then slowly—carefully—his weight shifted again, foot by foot, until he was closer. She could almost feel his shadow crossing her from behind the bedsheet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maira...\" his voice was lower now, gentle. Not his usual casual, cocky drawl. It was... unsure. \"...Was it something I said?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the worst part. The genuine confusion in his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he didn’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he didn’t understand why she was breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tear slid from her eye and landed warm on her lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... don’t have to act like this,\" she whispered, muffled into the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His footsteps stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Like what?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned, just slightly—just enough to peek at him through the damp fabric. Her teary eyes met his startled gold ones, and for a second, the world stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hated him in that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she loved him more than ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Like you care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sentence hurt to say. It burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because a part of her wanted him to care. So much it made her ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vex blinked, his cocky smirk flickering, gone like a candle blown out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell does that mean?\" he muttered, confused. \"Of course I—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, you don’t.\" Her voice cracked. \"You just think I’m some little girl you saved. That I cry because I’m weak. That I’ll follow you around like a puppy no matter what.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned. \"Maira, what are you—?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I heard you.\" Her voice broke into a sob. \"Last night. I heard everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit him like a slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow, that silence was worse than anything he could’ve said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was outside the door,\" she whispered, voice trembling. \"I thought... maybe if I knocked, you’d come out. Maybe you’d... maybe you’d look at me the way you looked at her. Just once. But...\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1233,"2026-06-06T16:35:52.262Z",1,"novelbin.me","8743153c8e78cd4fb1300a21927359f71def0a864c44959c7f1ce39fb53c43d4","grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-chapter-54","grind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-chapter-52",70,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fgrind-to-cash-system-buy-sss-skills-to-spam-them-cover.jpg"]