Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 190

Chapter 190 She Was Scared

Cheiron didn’t move. He stood by the bed, his gaze fixed on Margaret’s half-dry hair.

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“It’s late,” Cheiron said. his voice rough and gravelly “The black market’s full of all kinds of people. It’s not safe for you to sleep alone. I’ll stay here with you.”

“No need.” Margaret turned him down flat. “Go back to your room.”

Cheiron stood rooted to the spot.

“What?” Margaret raised her voice. “You said you’d be my knife earlier. Now you won’t even listen to my words?

Cheiron stared at her for a few long seconds, then caved. He picked up his coat from the nightstand and slipped it on slowly, taking his time.

“Call me if you need anything.” He walked to the door, his hand resting on the doorknob. He paused for half a beat. “I’m right next door.”

The door clicked shut. The room fell completely silent.

Margaret let out a long breath and flopped back onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress.

She’d sent Cheiron away because she needed total privacy,

All her conversations with Primo happened inside her head-she never had to make a sound. But Cheiron was far too sharp. He noticed every tiny shift in her expression, every micro-expression. She didn’t want him picking up on anything while she was talking to the system.

“Primo,” Margaret called out in her head.

There was no response.

“Primo?” she pressed, her tone firmer.

Several seconds dragged by before that familiar electronic voice finally chimed in, “I’m here, Host.”

It sounded totally drained-nothing like its usual, excitable, over-the-top self that screamed and gushed over every tiny romantic moment.

“What’s been up with you lately?” Margaret rolled onto her side and stared up at the carved wooden beams overhead. “You’ve gotten addicted to playing dead? You went radio silent back on Prime Planet when Greven lost it, and you were quiet the whole time we were escaping. Even just now, with Cheiron…… If you hadn’t answered me right this second, I would’ve thought you’d bricked completely.”

Primo let out a couple of sad, whiny hums, “I wasn’t playing dead… I’ve just been really tired lately.”

“Tired?” Margaret smiled. “You’re a virtual thing made of code and data. You don’t even have a physical body. Are you telling me you’re tired? What, you’ve been out working somewhere on the side?”

“I don’t really know how to explain it.” Primo’s voice got quieter and quieter. “It just feels like my core code is running slow-all stiff and clunky. Sometimes, I can barely even scan my surroundings.”

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Chapter 190 She Was Scared

Margaret frowned

A system getting tired? That is way outside anything I’ve ever thought possible.

Something suddenly clicked in her head.

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From the very start. Primo had been nothing like any other system shed ever heard of. It shipped people hard-harder than any super fan binge-watching a show. If Cheiron so much as looked at Margaret for more than three seconds, it would scream about it for ten minutes straight.

It got cravings, too. Last time Timothy put together a big feast, it had moped in her head all night, going on about how badly it wanted to taste the meat.

It even had opinions on housing. When Irene was assigning her a place to stay, it had actually piped up and said. I want one, too.”

What would a system even do with a bedroom?

Why would a virtual program made of code care how food tasted?

Margaret had always written all that off as a bug in Primo’s programming, or some silly personality quirk its messy developer had tacked on.

But now, it was saying it was tired—not the mechanical “low power” warning kind of tired. It was a vague. heavy exhaustion, the kind it couldn’t quite put into words.

It sounded exactly like a person. It was not physically worn out, but drained-mentally and emotionally

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“Is it a power issue?” Margaret pushed down the twist of unease in her chest and went for the most logical explanation first. “I owe you over two thousand points. Is that messing with how you run?”

“It’s not the points. Primo shut that down immediately. “System power and points run on two totally separate systems. I just… I can’t explain it right. It’s the kind of tired you humans get-like going days without sleep, and working on an empty stomach the whole time.”

Margaret went quiet.

Something was very wrong here, but she didn’t ask the question hanging heavy over her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to know. She was scared, scared the answer would be more than she could handle, scared that Primo would disappear, just like Vex did.

“Alright, then. Go rest after we’re done here.” Margaret softened her tone. She didn’t even notice she’d used the word “rest”-something only living, breathing humans did.

She continued, “First, let’s talk about today. Why’d unlocking the Stillstar Galaxy give us a thousand points? The Sirius and Valoran Galaxies only gave a hundred each.”

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