Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244 Terminus Planet?

The office was silent except for the low hum of the server’s cooling fans.

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Cheiron stood beside her, his face drained of color. He said nothing. His hands trembled slightly as he kept scrolling.

Margaret didn’t notice. Her attention was locked on the glowing screen,

The file reached its final page. Nothing else filled the page-just a single set of cosmic coordinates. “X: -4892. Y: 7731, Z: 0094.” The last recorded position of Earth before the explosion.

Cheiron drew a deep breath and forced down whatever was churning behind his ribs. He pulled up the highest-level star map in the galaxy and entered the coordinates.

The holographic star map spun rapidly, narrowing in on a dark, uncharted sector of space. The red marker finally settled on a blank region wrapped in dense black nebular clouds.

“This is a blind zone.” Cheiron magnified the area, his voice carrying a weight she had never heard before. “No recorded flight paths. The magnetic fields around it are completely chaotic. Even the most advanced probes lose contact once they enter. On the star map, it’s marked as fringe territory.”

Margaret stared at the red dot and rifled through the original host’s memories, searching for any fragment of information tied to this location. Nothing.

Then, out of the silence that had stretched for most of the day, Primo’s voice exploded inside her skull. The mechanical tone pitched so high it made her temples throb.

“Host! Host! That coordinate-we’ve been there! It’s Terminus Planet!”

“Terminus Planet?” Margaret said the words aloud before she could stop them.

Cheiron’s hand froze mid-motion above the console, He turned to look at her, and behind the lenses of his glasses, his gray eyes ran through several rapid calculations.

Margaret fixed her gaze on that solitary red marker. The threads were weaving together at a speed that left her cold.

Stillstar Galaxy. Terminus Planet. The last coordinates of Earth before it burned. They were all converging

FLOW.

Her fingertips trembled against the desk. Not from fear. From rage. She couldn’t separate it anymore— whether it was the original host’s grief bleeding through or her own fury at something so fundamentally. unforgivable.

A group of bastards sitting at the top of the galaxy signed a document, pressed a button, and wiped her home planet-her people-off the map. Just like that.

“Margaret.” Cheiron’s voice cut through from beside her, low and steady, like an anchor line dropping into dark water.

She came back to herself and realized her hand was clamped around the edge of the desk, her knuckles bone-white. She released her grip and pulled in a breath.

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Chapter 244 Terminus Planet?

Ti fine” Her voice came out steadier than she’d expected

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Cheiron didn’t push. He simply stood beside her, his shoulder nearly brushing hers, his body heat a quiet. wordless presence.

“Keep going.” Margaret forced the fire in her chest back down and turned to the screen. “The day Tyrone moved in. he made a point of mentioning the Stillstar Galaxy.

Cheiron picked up the thread. “He’d likely uncovered something long before he ever showed up here. Or he already knew you were from Earth and was testing you.”

Margaret thought back to her first steps on Terminus Planet. The flagstone streets. The dark slate roofs. The vendors hawking steaming food from open stalls. She’d found it strange at the time—a black market stronghold that looked like an old-world town.

Now she understood. That wasn’t a town. That was displaced people carving out a replica of their homeland in the depths of space.

“And their spirit beasts.” She voiced the question that had been lodged in her chest for too long. “One black, one white. Those are Dragons. Not some mutated interstellar species. Dragons from Earth’s mythology.”

Cheiron nodded. He knew almost nothing about Earth’s mythological systems, but he understood what spirit beasts were at their core-the most primal, instincuve projection of a person’s generic identity. A form with no evolutionary precedent in any known interstellar civilization couldn’t simply materialize out of nowhere. Unless it was rooted in an entirely different bloodline.

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