Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186 Something Is Off

Chapter 186 Something Is Off

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The hatch slid open. The air smelled of fresh dirt and growing things-nothing like the sharp, industrial metal tang of Prime Planet.

Margaret had barely stepped onto the ground when a familiar electronic tone pinged in her head.

“Ding! Congratulations, Host, on unlocking a new map: Stillstar Galaxy. System permissions updating… New map unlock reward: 1000 points. Current point balance: 0. Outstanding debt: 2,250.2 points.”

Margaret froze mid-step.

A thousand points?

When she’d unlocked the Sirius Galaxy and Valoran Galaxy, the stingy system had only doled out a measly hundred points each. What was so special about the Stillstar Galaxy that the reward was ten times higher?

She was just about to ask Primo what was going on. Suddenly, the system that had been playing dead for days spoke up, “Whoa, this galaxy is worth a lot, huh?”

Great. This useless little thing doesn’t know what is going on either.

Margaret ignored it and started taking in her surroundings, A large, sprawling town stretched out in front of her.

There were no towering metal skyscrapers, no flashing holographic billboards, no hovercars zipping through the sky.

Most buildings here were half-timbered, with thick stone foundations and dark slate roofs. They clustered along the rolling hills and streams, each one slightly different from the next. The streets were paved with smooth flagstones, and cloth shop signs hung from the storefronts on either side, swaying gently in the breeze.

The streets were busy with people-men, women, and children. Vendors stood by their carts selling hot, steaming food, and a group of kids ran past the corner, chasing each other.

It felt warm and lived-in-like a quiet, self-sufficient village tucked away from the rest of the world.

Margaret turned to Tyrone. “You’re sure this is the black market’s main base?”

This didn’t add up. What kind of underground criminal hub looked like this? She’d pictured a lawless dump full of violence, shady deals, and contraband.

“One hundred percent,” Tyrone smiled and started walking ahead to lead the way. “The whole planet is. We call it Terminus Planet.”

The locals barely glanced at the group of outsiders. They went about their days like nothing was out of the ordinary-vendors haggled over produce, and patrons sat outside snacking and drinking coffee.

The four of them walked down the main street for a while.

A vintage car rumbled down the street toward them.

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It wasn’t a hovercar. It ran on an internal combustion engine, with four rubber tires and a low, close-to- the-ground frame, its engine puttering in a low, deep rumble.

The car pulled to a smooth stop right in front of them.

The door swung open, and a middle-aged man in a short, buttoned tunic stepped out. He walked quickly over to Tyrone, bowed his head deeply, and spoke with complete respect. “Master.”

Margaret raised an eyebrow. She glanced from the middle-aged man to Tyrone, who was standing there with his usual harmless smile.

Master? The head of the black market?

She’d always assumed the two of them were just high-level enforcers or bodyguards-Quentin’s fighting skills were certainly impressive enough. It turned out they were the top rulers of the entire underground black market.

Cheiron, on the other hand, didn’t look surprised at all.

“Come on, get in, Ms. Greene.” Tyrone pulled open the back door and gestured for her to enter.

Margaret didn’t stand on ceremony. She bent down and climbed inside, with Cheiron right behind her.

Tyrone took the passenger seat, and Quentin silently circled around to the other side, sliding into the far end of the back seat.

The car glided smoothly over the flagstone streets. The suspension was surprisingly good.

The cabin was quiet. Thick soundproofing blocked out most of the engine noise, leaving only a faint hum of vibration.

Margaret leaned back against the leather seat. Her gaze drifted from the back of Tyrone’s head up front to Quentin’s profile beside her.

“Master, huh?” She raised an eyebrow, clear amusement in her tone. “Real fancy title. I figured you two were just top-tier enforcers for the black market. Turns out you’re the big bosses.””

Tyrone turned around in the passenger seat, green eyes bright with a smile. “You’re too kind, Ms. Greene. It’s just how the guys refer to me. Nothing official—we’re all just trying to get by.”

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