Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 172

Chapter 172 Forced Genetic Fusion

Chapter 172 Forced Genetic Fusion

“Wrap it up.” Cheiron told the store manager, turning his head.

The manager nodded quickly and tapped the order into his Holo-bracelet.

“I like this one, too. Should I wear this to the dinner?” Margaret asked, glancing over at him.

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“No.” Cheiron’s tone was flat, no emotion in it. “Keep this one for home. For the dinner? Wear this.”

He swiped a finger across his Holo-bracelet, and the projection on the fitting mirror shifted instantly.

It was a long-sleeved gown, solid black.

The cut was modest, only cinching at the waist to show off her slim figure. The skirt hung smooth and heavy, no extra frills or decorations anywhere. It was plain, proper-and totally unremarkable.

Margaret stared at her reflection, unimpressed.

“Prince Greven’s not a man who plays by the rules.” Cheiron adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. “The more you blend in, the less trouble you’ll attract. That red one? It draws too much attention.”

Margaret didn’t argue. He had a point. If she didn’t have to worry about the Imperial Household nitpicking her outfit, she would’ve just worn sweatpants.

“Fine. This one it is.” She nodded.

As they were getting ready to leave, Cheiron’s Holo-bracelet buzzed.

He glanced at the caller ID, stood up, and stepped aside to take the call.

Two minutes later, he walked back. His usual calm, gentle expression was gone, replaced by a dark, heavy look-one Margaret rarely saw on his face.

“What’s wrong?” Margaret could tell something was very off.

“We need to go to the Academy of Sciences.” Cheiron’s words came faster than usual, his brow furrowed tight.

“Right now?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

Margaret didn’t push for details. Cheiron was unshakable, always calm. Whatever had him this rattled had to be serious,

They got in the hovercar and headed straight for the Academy of Sciences.

Cheiron said nothing the whole way, gaze fixed on the blurring skyline outside. The car hummed heavy with silence.

They arrived at the Academy of Sciences soon.

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The place was usually quiet and orderly, but today, it hummed with tense, suppressed energy. Researchers hurried down the halls, heads down. They only bowed briefly when they saw Cheiron, too nervous to even breathe too loudly,

Cheiron led Margaret past the main building and straight down into the underground core facility.

Margaret had been to the Academy of Sciences a few times. The deepest she’d ever gone was her first visit, for her spiritual power test-and that was already pretty close to Central Brain. Today, Cheiron took her even further down.

Fingerprint scans, iris scans, genetic verification-she even had a spiritual power check.

With every door they passed, the air grew colder, and the stench of disinfectant grew stronger.

They stopped in front of the last heavy metal door.

He turned to face Margaret.

“What’s in there isn’t pretty.” Cheiron picked his words carefully. “Brace yourself. It’s going to be unpleasant. Really unpleasant.”

Margaret frowned.

How bad could it be? Worse than the insectoids on the front lines?

“Open it,” she said, nodding.

Cheiron didn’t say anything else. He scanned his palm, and the metal doors slid apart.

Beyond the doors was a huge circular observation room. At its center sat a reinforced glass containment

tank.

Margaret looked inside-and her stomach twisted instantly. Bile rose sharp and hot in her throat.

Inside the tank, something was hunched on the floor.

It was hard to describe. Its upper half still vaguely looked like a female beastman, but its skin was completely rotted away, covered in a layer of dull gray-brown chitin.

Its lower half had fully mutated into insectoid limbs. Thick, spiked legs twitched weakly on the floor of the tank

It was naked. Beastmen’s organs and insectoid tissue were grotesquely fused together. Dark green slime oozed through the cracks in its chitin, dripping down to pool at the bottom in a stinking puddle.

Several huge, bulbous growths bulged from its back, pulsing slowly with every breath. Something was wriggling around inside them, just under the surface.

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