Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 2

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A loud clatter broke the silence. Ardon's brand-new Holo-bracelet hit the floor.

Margaret bent down, picked it up, and shoved it back into Ardon's hand. She even gave his arm a little pat.

"Hold it steady, buddy," she said in a sincere tone—but with a teasing jab. "You're young. Why are your hands already shaking? Can't even hold onto a little thing like that? If it breaks, don't blame me. I can't afford to pay for it. I'm just a C-class loser, after all."

Then she pulled the door open and walked out without looking back.

With a thud, the door closed behind her.

The three men just stood there, staring at each other. Before anyone could say a word, the door suddenly swung open again.

Margaret stuck her head back in. "Oh, by the way," she said loudly. "Once you finish the divorce papers, just send them to my Holo-bracelet."

Then she slammed the door again—hard.

This time, the three of them completely turned to stone. They just stood there, frozen.

After a long moment, Ardon finally muttered, "Did she... just agree to the divorce?"

"Yeah," Raikes said, his voice low and defeated. "And she called us... assholes?"

"And she said she's going to report us under the Female Protection Act," Kiran added. His voice was calmer than the others.

"And that headline..." Ardon still couldn't believe it. "What was it again?"

"Shocking! Three S-class beastmen elites bully a weak female because they're ashamed of her low rank—where has their morality gone?" Kiran recited it word for word, completely deadpan.

The other two males' faces darkened.

Raikes slammed his fist into the wall. The surface caved in instantly, leaving a clear fist print.

"She's lost her mind," he growled through gritted teeth.

"Maybe," Kiran said, pressing a hand to his throbbing temple. "But she agreed to the divorce."

"She insulted us. And she threatened us." Ardon finally snapped out of it. His fiery red hair practically stood on end. "A C-class female—threatening three S-class beastmen. Does she even know—"

"She knows," Kiran cut him off, his tone complicated. "She also knows the Female Protection Act. And we can't leave any record that could be seen as abusing a female. Especially right now. The military is reviewing my promotion. And Phoebe... or any S-class female for that matter—would never accept a male with that kind of stain on his record."

Ardon opened his mouth. A thousand words got stuck in his throat. Finally, all he could say was one angry word. "D*mn."

Margaret left the room. She followed her memory and found her own bedroom. Once inside, she quickly locked the door, slid down against it, and sat on the floor. Her whole body trembled—uncontrollably.

But it wasn't fear. It was excitement.

No annoying system alert popping up with "OOC Warning." No countdown to mission failure punishment. No forced lines like "I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please don't leave me."

She had talked back—she really did.

Margaret covered her face with her hands. Laughter slipped through her fingers. It got louder and louder. Soon, tears came out, too. But as she laughed, the laughter slowly turned into crying.

In that godforsaken book world, she had spent three years playing the doormat. Three years of licking Reginald's boots, three years of putting up with Nicole—all for that stupid mission, all for the so-called "perfect life" the system had promised her.

Too bad—she died before she could get it. She never found out if that perfect life even existed. Then she opened her eyes and landed in this even crazier interstellar beast world.

She wiped her face, pushed herself up, and walked to the vanity mirror. The face staring back at her looked about eighty or ninety percent like her original one. The only difference was a tiny mole near the corner of her eye.