Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261 The Price Of Ambition

Chapter 261 The Price Of Ambition

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Margaret’s voice was ice as she stepped over the rubble. “Gather your men. We’re heading to the city outskirts. If Darien wants to play rough, I’ll match him. Tonight, I’ll see him turned to dust.”

The secret command center, buried hundreds of yards beneath the outskirts, was bathed in the harsh glare of fluorescent lights.

At the central holographic console, the adjutant’s fingers flew through a series of commands before he turned to address the figure in the command chair.

“Your Highness, the orbital strike is complete. No life signs remain in the target zone.”

Darien leaned back in the plush leather seat, fingers steepled over his abdomen.

At the report, the tension finally drained from his shoulders.

A fanatical, burning ambition spilled from his clouded eyes as he tapped a jaunty rhythm on the armrest.

“Excellent. Perfect.” He rose, straightening his collar. “Inform the low-orbit fleet to prepare to assume control of the capital’s defenses. Issue an immediate public statement: the Regent fell victim to a space pirate terrorist attack and tragically perished.”

Moving to the main console, he raised his voice as he stared at the cluster of red dots representing the capital. “The Empire cannot be without a ruler. I shall assume temporary…”

But a deafening crash cut him off.

The half-yard-thick blast door at the entrance shuddered violently.

Before the adjutant could even draw his sidearm, the reinforced alloy groaned, buckling inward at the center before tearing apart with a screech of metal.

Ryan’s massive frame filled the gap.

The S-class powerhouse’s eyes burned crimson; every muscle in his arms corded. With a guttural roar, he gripped the torn edges of the door and heaved, ripping the multi-ton slab of metal apart like paper.

Darien shot up from his chair, his face bleaching of all color. “How are you here?! Guards! Where are the guards?!”

A cool, languid female voice drifted from behind Ryan. “Stop yelling. It’s the middle of the night. The guards outside are… ‘sleeping.”

Margaret stepped through the wreckage into the command center, calin as a stroll in the park.

She still wore her simple cotton loungewear, the hem dusty, her hair loosely tied back and slightly disheveled.

But she was utterly unscathed-not a scratch on her.

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Darien’s legs gave out, dumping him back into the chair. His hand trembled violently as he pointed at her, his voice a wobbling whisper.

“Y-You’re alive?! The orbital cannon didn’t kill you? That’s impossible!”

His stare was one of pure horror, as if he were looking at a monster.

Margaret approached the console, planting her hands on the surface and leaning down to meet his gaze.

“Sorry to disappoint, old man. Mockery dripped from her words. “The orbital strike packed a punch; pity the aim was off.”

Seeing the situation collapse, the adjutant gritted his teeth, his hand inching toward his holstered pistol for one last, desperate move.

But Margaret didn’t need to lift a finger.

Ryan moved faster than sight. A single shot exploded the adjutant’s wrist in a spray of blood and tissue.

A scream tore from the man’s throat as he collapsed, clutching the ruined stump and writhing on the floor.

Darien shook uncontrollably. Meeting Margaret’s utterly cold eyes, he sagged completely, face ashen.

It is over.

All his plotting over the years-his carefully built power-was swept aside with barely a ripple before this absolute, crushing force.

Straightening up, Margaret issued her orders, her voice flat. “Take Darien. Transfer him to the Inspectorate tonight.”

A glance at the moaning adjutant. “As for his private forces, send Aegis to disarm them. Anyone who resists dies on the spot.”

With a grunt of acknowledgment, Ryan hauled Darien up by the scruff of his neck, dragging the broken man out like a sack of garbage.

Members of Aegis Squad filed in swiftly, securing the command center.

With that handled, Margaret turned. Her gaze landed on Quentin within the shadows.

Unfiltered lethality glinted in her eyes, her voice dropping to a deadly chill. “Find a shadow guard. Or go yourself. Darien dies tonight. Inside the Inspectorate. Make it look like a guilty suicide.”

Not a word of question. Only a low, simple reply. “Understood.”

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