Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Some Kind Of Natural Awakening

Primo froze. “Right now?”

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“Yep. Right now.” Margaret’s tone was firm. “I’m sick of being kept in the dark. Why did I end up in this world? Why am I the only SSS-class female? Am I even alive right now, or am I dead? You can’t answer those questions—so I’ll find someone who can.”

She was done being a pawn-a pawn for the Empire, a pawn for the black market, even a pawn for this random, out-of-nowhere system.

Margaret was gonna flip every last board and run the game herself.

“And another thing,” she added, her voice softer than before. “I wanna figure out what you really are, too.”

The second the words left her, she caught herself off guard.

She’d almost said “what kind of thing are you”, but she bit the word back at the last second.

If Primo really was just a program-just lines of cold, unfeeling code-none of her words would matter.

But what if it wasn’t?

Primo went quiet for a long time. “Host… are you worried about me?”

“Worried about you? Please.” Margaret rolled her eyes immediately. “I’m worried about me. If you break down, I lose access to the mall. Total ripoff.”

“Oh.” Primo sounded a little deflated, but perked back up quickly. “Alright, alright. I’ll try to set up the connection. But Host, linking to the main system isn’t as easy as you think. Unlocking the galaxy just gives us permission. It’s like getting a phone and a number-the call only goes through if the other person picks

up.”“

“Then keep calling.” Margaret huffed a cold laugh. “Call over and over until it answers.”

Primo went still. It took a long moment before it let out a tiny, quiet hum of agreement.

A faint static hum filled her head-crackly and uneven, like an old radio tuning into a frequency.

Margaret closed her eyes and waited, her focus fully locked on the sound.

The static droned on for ages. It cut in and out, fading in and out of range. Every once in a while, it would clear up for a split second-so close to connecting-only to get swallowed up by a wall of noise again.

Primo was clearly pushing as hard as he could to make the link work.

“It’s not going through, Host.” Primo’s voice was weak. “There’s nothing coming back from the main system. Not even a rejection signal. Total radio silence.”

Margaret opened her eyes, her brow furrowed tight.

Is the main system ignoring me? Or… is it just gone entirely?

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Chapter 191 Some Kind Of Natural Awakening

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Her mind drified back to all the weird little things Primo had been doing lately. A bold thought took shape in Margaret’s head.

What if Primo isn’t a built system at all?

What if it used to be something else—or someone else—and got stuffed into this system shell?

Just like me. An orphan soul from Earth, dumped into the body of some disposable side character in this interstellar beast world.

She stared up at the beams overhead, and a sudden chill ran down her spine. “Primo.”

“Yeah…” Primo still sounded out of it, its voice slow and groggy.

“Do you remember how you came to be? What’s your earliest memory?” she asked.

Primo thought about it for a long, long time.

“My earliest memory… is you.” Its voice was barely a whisper. “The first thing I saw when I woke up was your consciousness. There was nothing before that. No data, no code, no images. Just… total darkness. And then I was pulled out of it.”

Margaret’s fingers curled tight into the edge of the blanket.

Pulled out of the dark?

She remembered the feeling of waking up after her first transmigration-a gasping, suffocating jolt. It was like breaking through the surface of deep water, her entire consciousness slamming back into place.

It was exactly what Primo had just described.

“Alright, stop thinking about it.” Margaret loosened her grip on the blanket, her tone going light and casual all of a sudden-like nothing had just happened. “You go rest first. So we can’t connect right now. It’s not like we’ll never get another chance. We can try again when you’re feeling better.”

“But I thought you were in a hurry…”

“Hurry for what? I’m the Empire’s most wanted. I’ve got nothing but time these days.” Margaret yawned, “Go rest.”

Primo let out a slow, reluctant hum. Then the faint electronic hum in the back of her mind faded away. leaving total silence-as if it had never been there at all.

Margaret rolled over, facing the window.

Outside, Stillstar Galaxy’s purple night sky stretched out as far as the eye could see. No moon hung in it- only the cold, distant glow of far-off star clusters.

One thought circled in her head.

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