Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 265

Chapter 265 I Need To See It

Chapter 265 I Need To See It

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Irene worked with staggering efficiency. In half a day, the estate’s security system was transformed. Even the gardens were now studded with nearly invisible sensors.

Baar’s promised shipment of the Federation’s latest defensive gear arrived precisely on schedule. Ryan and his Aegis Squad were already on-site, their professionalism a quiet hum of activity as they calibrated and installed. The villa’s defenses were being ratcheted to a level few private residences could ever claim.

From her vantage point on the second-floor balcony, Margaret watched the organized chaos below,

Timothy was in his element, directing a small army of eight delivery drones as they maneuvered his newly commissioned furniture inside. His voice floated up, sharp with theatrical disdain. “Ugh, those living room drapes are an absolute atrocity.” Without missing a beat, his fingers flew over his Holo-bracelet as he ordered replacements.

Everything was falling into place.

Yet, Margaret’s gaze lingered, lost on the empty space by the foyer entrance.

Every time she’d returned home before, Blanc would have come rolling out on its spherical body, its electronic eye blinking cheerfully as it chirped those familiar words in its synthesized voice.

“Welcome home.”

Now, everything was blasted to scrap by Darien’s cannon fire.

As she leaned against the railing, her fingers tapped a restless, silent rhythm against the cool metal.

A quiet voice spoke from behind her, “Penny for your thoughts?”

She hadn’t heard Cheiron approach. He stood there, finally out of Timothy’s borrowed “smaller-sized” casual wear and back in his own clothes.

Margaret didn’t turn. “Blanc. That hopelessly clunky domestic bot,”

Cheiron was quiet for a beat.

He moved to stand beside her, resting his elbows on the railing.

“Its memory data was uploaded to the Central Brain for real-time backup. The Academy of Sciences archives hold a complete record. A new chassis of the same model, a data transfer… its behavioral patterns, its speech habits-they’d be perfectly restored.”

“I know.”

Finally, she glanced at him.

Her voice was soft, devoid of inflection. “But an exact copy isn’t the original.”

Cheiron offered no empty reassurance, simply remaining a steady presence beside her.

Margaret looked down, her fingers still tapping.

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Chapter 265 I Need To See It

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Central Brain.

The tapping ceased abruptly. Margaret’s brow furrowed, a sudden thought crystallizing.

Primo had once tried to probe the Central Brain, only to be instantly rebuffed at the outermost firewall. But back then, it had mumbled something about the Central Brain’s underlying data-stream architecture feeling familiar. Strangely akin to its own system code.

She’d dismissed it at the time. But now, Margaret connected the dots of everything that had happened since her arrival in this world.

I’m a failed agent. By the main system’s cold, ruthless logic, failure means erasure. Annihilation. There are no “second chances.”

Yet, not only was she alive, but I’ve been delivered here-memories intact.

Who sent me?

The lofty, indifferent main system? Or Vex, who has vanished protecting me?

A more chilling thought took root. Her path here had been suspiciously smooth.

A unique female SSS-class spiritual power user from the start. Matched with five elite beast-husbands. That seemingly boundless spiritual power on the battlefield… It was all too convenient.

What if… this world’s so-called “Central Brain” is actually some system?

What if the entity controlling the entire Empire’s fate is the missing Vex or the main system in another guise?

Then it would all make a terrible kind of sense.

She had been deliberately “placed” here.

Her heart gave a painful lurch, then began to hammer against her ribs.

“Primo,” she called.

“Right here, Host! What’s up?”

“That feeling of familiarity with the Central Brain’s data stream. Describe it specifically.”

Primo paused, its electronic tone turning thoughtful. “It’s like… we share source code. I can sense it, but I can’t read its core data. My access privileges aren’t high enough.”

Margaret’s grip on the railing tightened.

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