Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Make a Name for Herself

Chapter 117 Make a Name for Herself

Baar and Gary had kept their entire ruse under tight wraps, even from the medical chief.

And then those panicked medics had gone behind his back and called Margaret in.

Just thinking about it made Baar’s blood boil.

What if she’d been hit by an insectoid attack on the way? What if the frenzied energy had torn into her?

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“Idiots.” He ground his teeth. “Once this is over, I’m shipping that medical major general who made the call straight to a mining outpost.”

Margaret pictured the major general-cold sweat streaming, legs shaking, still desperately trying to guide her onward.

“Let it go.” She waved a hand. “He thought you were dying. He was trying to save your life. Drop it.”

Baar had been ready to keep going, but at her words, the fight went out of him.

“Fine. The answer came without hesitation. “Whatever you say.”

Gary nearly choked.

He stared at Baar, then at Margaret.

Was this the same Commander Iverson? The one who ruled the military with an iron fist, who had flipped entire conference tables in a rage?

Gary studied the ceiling.

He understood now. In this base, there was a new apex predator on the food chain.

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Margaret shifted into a more comfortable position and propped her elbow on the back of the metal chair.

“So what’s your move?” She pointed at the ceiling. “That spiritual power you tore out of yourself and left upstairs-what happens to it?”

Baar grabbed a military jacket and threw it over his shoulders, the fabric barely covering the bloody gashes across his chest,

“Without a body to anchor it, it’ll burn through what’s left and dissipate.”

He said it lightly. In Margaret’s head, Primo completely lost it.

“Host, this guy is hardcore!” Primo’s electronic voice jumped a full octave. “Spiritual power is everything to a beastman. Tearing out a chunk of your own spiritual power is like hacking off your own arm and tossing it away. Sure, it’ll grow back-maybe in ten years, maybe longer. But the pain alone-”

Margaret tuned Primo out.

To sit at the top of the Federal Military, Baar had to have that kind of steel in him. If he couldn’t turn the

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knife on himself when it mattered, his enemies would’ve picked his bones clean long ago.

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The isolation room fell quiet. The black serpent coiled at Margaret’s feet was nuzzling her ankle like a devoted pet.

Baar’s gaze dropped. He watched his own spirit beast groveling at her feet without an ounce of dignity, and his throat tightened.

“Thank you. For today.” He paused. When he looked up again, his cold, commanding aura had slid back into place. “But you can’t stay. When you leave this room, you’ll pretend your spiritual power is completely drained. Tell them the frenzy is beyond reversal, that there was nothing you could do. Gary will arrange a ship. You’re going back to Prime Planet. Immediately.”

Margaret arched an eyebrow. “You’re kicking me out?”

“This is the Sirius Galaxy-the most dangerous combat zone on the front. And there’s a mole somewhere on this base.” He held her gaze. “It’s too dangerous.”

In truth, Margaret staying was the smarter play. Her presence would sell the act and flush the traitor out faster. But Baar wasn’t about to drag her into that.

His own soldiers had a rot in their ranks, and he’d be damned before he let a female carry the risk for it. Especially not her. Not his wife-even if they were only married on paper.

“I’m not going.” Margaret shut it down without a second’s pause.

Was he serious? She’d flown all the way to this barren hellhole to purify Baar, sure-but that wasn’t the real prize. She was here to make a name for herself in the military. If the circumstances lined up, she wanted a mass purification to prove her value.

She’d just wrestled a berserk giant serpent back from the edge, and now she was supposed to pack up and go home? Not a chance.

“Your condition isn’t stable.” Margaret seized on the most convenient truth available. “When I was untangling your spiritual power, I noticed your frenzy levels were spiking and crashing. The drug hasn’t burned out yet. Until it’s fully metabolized, your spiritual power could rupture again at any moment. If I leave now and you can’t hold it back-what then? You really want to detonate?”

It was all true. Baar, better than anyone, knew exactly how fragile his spiritual realm was right now. The violence he’d forced down was still coiled inside him, waiting to surge back the second his grip slipped.

But he hadn’t expected Margaret to use that as her reason to stay.

He stared at her, those gold slit-pupiled eyes locked onto the woman sitting across from him.

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