ind, mixed with the scent of engine grease and ionizing

tract swallowed her whole like a tsunami. Her vision went black, and she collapsed heavily onto

ured relentlessly onto her defenseless, broken body. Her once-fai

heer disgust at her. Instead of offering help,

famously useless wife? Why

r's sympathy. With her trash E-class body that has zero star-energy, ten m

n the freezing ground, feeling her life force dra

meat grinder, and the agony of her soul being torn apart

t to be reduced to ashes, an unprecedented, terrifyingly colos

ally let out a roar that shattered its chains now that the parasitic exploita

the lethal radiation, instantly reconstructing her ulcerated ski

e of pain or subservience in those violet eyes; instea

, feeling the S-class "Ultimate Adapter" power within her-a power capab

never facing life-or-death situations, she would unleash tremendous power. T

power is merely a tiny fra

traight, looking like a Queen returning from the bloody abyss of hell, arrog

rd, I will show you what a true dimensional strike looks like. When I am crowned at the pinnac

d eye, instantly flashing beneath the most advanced "Phanto

phantom. The security protocols that the Vanguard Clan viewed as an absolute fortress were nothing but

ed. Kaelen strode through the doors with arrogant steps, Sylvi

yes instantly stung by the thick parchment and the

e clearly saw the bold header "Mate Contract Termination" on the docu

my god, Kaelen! Sister Lyra actually forged a supreme court legal document to threaten you just to fight

arlor tricks?" Kaelen coldly swept the official termination document-the very thing that

ment carrying a stack of damage repo

woman comes crying back begging me later, lock her in solitary confinement an

e immediately pressed

g the termination decree-stamped with the Imperial Suprem

nerated his only chance to learn

in the Phantom's pilot seat. As the engines ignited, the suppre

ascading code with cold indifference. She located the hidden folder named "Aegis_Protocol_Zero"-the ul

's eyes, only the coldness of a god looking down on ants. Her fing

priceless main defense code, capable of withstanding a galactic-level f

east completely bypassed all of the base's sensors. Like a black blade tearing thr

scending dark meteor, instantly pierced the thick ion clouds and sh

tside the window. Lyra leaned back in the pilot's seat. Her terrifying S-class aura reson

e-only the absolute, freezing coldness of total control and

broken; the th

lly belonged to her had finall