Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246 Someone Stepped In

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Tyrone was quiet for a long moment. Then he set his coffee cup down on the table and leaned back in his chair. That lazy, irreverent shell of his peeled away inch by inch, revealing a heavier, darker Tyrone beneath.

“You were bound to find out eventually,” he said. “We are from Earth.”

Quentin rose from the sofa and walked over to stand behind his brother. The two of them wore the same face, but their temperaments couldn’t have been further apart.

“When the catastrophe happened.” Tyrone closed his eyes for a moment, keeping his voice steady, “we were thirteen.”

Thirteen was old enough to remember. Old enough to see, with perfect clarity, exactly how a world fell

apart.

Quentin’s fists slowly clenched at his sides, veins standing out along the backs of his hands. He almost never spoke. This time, he did. “The day Stranglevine fell from the sky, the weather was beautiful. We were fishing by the river.”

Margaret didn’t interrupt. She sat there quietly, listening patiently.

“That thing bred at the speed of a nightmare clawing its way out of hell.” Quentin’s breathing roughened, and the pain in his crimson eyes looked ready to spill over. “Three days. It only took three days for those mutated vines to cover half the continent. It was like they had a mind of their own. The moment they touched anything living, they locked on. Their spines pierced straight through skin, burrowed into veins, and drained people dry-bone and all. Screaming everywhere. Corpses everywhere, withered down to husks.”

Tyrone drew a breath and picked up where his brother left off. “Seventy to eighty percent of the planet’s population. Gone. Within two weeks.”

He said it calmly, as if reciting cold historical data. Then he caught Margaret’s expression and let out a dry, self-deprecating laugh. “Ms. Greene, you don’t have to look at us like that. It’s been ten years. Whatever pain there was has long since numbed. It’s just-” He paused. “Those screams still echo through our dreams every night. We can’t let them go. We don’t want to.”

Margaret didn’t respond to that. She understood too well. When one’s people had been wiped off the map, there was no such thing as the pain ever truly ending.

“What happened after? How did you survive?”

Tyrone and Quentin exchanged a glance. A complicated look passed between them.

“At the very end, someone stepped in.” A note of reverence entered Tyrone’s voice. “That person pulled the survivors out. Carved a pocket of space right out of that chaotic magnetic storm and hid away the last piece of Earth-the only land left that hadn’t been poisoned.”

“That’s Terminus Planet,” Margaret said.

“You could call it that.” Tyrone’s gaze had gone distant. “Half of what makes up Terminus Planet now was built later, by survivors and their children, from scrap and debris. But the deepest part of Terminus Planet

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-the forbidden zone no one can enter-that’s connected to what’s left of Earth. That’s our real home.”

“Who was it?” Margaret asked. “The one who stepped in.”

Tyrone shook his head. “We don’t know. But he’s still there. On Terminus Planet.”

As he spoke, Quentin’s crimson eyes flicked-just for a split second-toward Cheiron at the far end of the table. Their eyes met, sharp and quick.

Cheiron’s expression didn’t change. He remained perfectly still,

Margaret caught the glance. She didn’t push it. Some things could wait.

“Most of Terminus Planet’s residents are survivors and their descendants,” Tyrone continued. “We spent ten years building the black market, building the intelligence network-all to find that operation order. Knowing who gave the command isn’t just about revenge. It’s about getting the people of Terminus Planet back onto the star map.”

“Ms. Greene, you promised. That you’d clear Terminus Planet’s name. Does that still stand?” Tyrone fixed his eyes on Margaret, unblinking. The look in them held no doubt-only certainty that she wouldn’t go back on her word.

“Of course. And you’ve probably guessed by now-I’m from Earth,” Margaret said plainly.

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