Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113 Suspicions

A live surveillance feed flickered to life in the air between them.

The major general said, “See for yourself” h

The footage showed a sealed metal isolation chamber.

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The walls should’ve been smooth silver-white alloy. Instead, the 20-inch-thick panels were riddled with huge dents and spiderweb cracks.

A massive black serpent was thrashing wildly inside the narrow space.

Its body slammed against the walls, each impact jolting the entire feed.

That was Baar’s spirit beast. It had gone completely mad, locked in a frenzy, hell-bent on tearing itself

apart

Lower in the frame, a male figure huddled in the corner beneath the serpent.

It was Baar.

His uniform hung in shreds. The collar had been ripped open, exposing a chest crisscrossed with bloody gashes. He was down on one knee, both hands clamped against his head, fingers clawing into his scalp.

His eyes-once deep-were now bloodshot and blazing with wild, unhinged intensity.

“He’s trying to suppress his own spirit beast.” The major general’s voice trembled, and the projection flickered right along with it. “But he’s losing. A spiritual power surge is subjecting his brain to constant, searing pain. Without outside intervention, his spiritual realm will collapse completely. When that happens, everyone on the base will be buried with him.”

Margaret kept her eyes on the screen.

Something at the edge of the frame snagged her attention. A male stood just outside the isolation chamber, behind a thick transparent blast wall.

He wore a crisp uniform, posture ramrod-straight, arms loosely crossed. He simply stood there, watching the walls w the black serpent batter itself bloody against the walls, watching Baar writhe in agony. His expression was calm, utterly blank.

“Who is that?” Margaret pointed at the figure in the corner.’ ‘|-

The major general followed her gaze and explained quickly, “That’s Lieutenant Gary Pierce, Commander Iverson’s adjutant. Right now, he’s the only one on base who can withstand the commander’s spiritual pressure and stay at the innermost monitoring statio

He added, “Lieutenant Pierce is SS-class.”

Something was deeply wrong. A cold, sharp sense of unease stabbed through

Margaret.

Margaret frowned. She hadn’t seen Baar’s full destructive frenzy firsthand, but Cheiron’s attitude before she left had said it all. Cheiron was an SSS-class who’d watched countless rank-peers spiral into madness

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and ran the Central Hospital. Yet he’d treated Baar’s condition like an unfolding disaster. He’d pressed a forced-sedation injection into her hand and made her promise to use it.

So how was an SS-class lieutenant standing that close to the radiation source, looking completely unbothered?

Even if he had some freakish natural resistance to spiritual pressure, his commanding officer was dying. That detached stance was far too wrong to ignore.

Margaret pulled her gaze from the screen. She said nothing about her suspicions.

She looked at the major general instead.

The medical officer was at his limit. His legs were trembling, his back hunched double, his breathing ragged. He was seconds from collapsing.

“Enough. Don’t push yourself,” Margaret spoke. “Point me the way. I’ll walk the rest alone.”

The major general froze, instinct kicking in. “Lady Margaret, I—”

“You what?” Margaret cut him off. “You take two more steps, and you’re face-down on the floor. If you pass out halfway, I’ll have to drag you back. I don’t have the strength for that.”

Blunt as a sledgehammer, but it was the truth.

The major general clenched his jaw. He knew he was dead weight. He reached into his uniform pocket and pulled out a solid black access card, pressing it into her hand.

“This opens the last blast door. Straight ahead. The end of the corridor.”

Margaret took the card. She didn’t look back. She walked deeper into the passage.

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