Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 5

"Primo, do you know how to pick locks?" Margaret asked—she had already given the system a name on the spot.

The system got the hint right away. "I don't have any physical functions, I'm afraid," it replied. "But I can try to do some logical analysis—wait, Host, what are you doing?"

"Brute force." Margaret picked up the chair from the desk and swung it hard at the lock on the box.

There was a loud crash. The lock finally snapped off. The front edge of the box was dented, too.

Primo let out an impressed sound. "Host, you're amazing."

Margaret let out a laugh. This system really knew how to provide emotional support.

She lifted the lid. There wasn't much inside: a faded stuffed toy, a diary, and a small metal box.

Margaret picked up the diary first and flipped to a random page. The handwriting was neat—almost rigid.

It read, "New Era Calendar, June 12, Year 337.

"Took the spiritual power test today. Result: C-class. Stable. Father said being stable was good. Mother cried. I don't understand why."

Then, she casually turned another page. "New Era Calendar, March 3, Year 338.

"The match results came in. Three S-class males. Everyone says I'm lucky. Father smiled. Mother cried again."

"New Era Calendar, September 15, Year 338.

"Met Mr. Walker. He's very handsome, but he didn't seem to like me much. Also met Mr. Noah. He's very polite, but I feel like there's a huge distance between us. Mr. Flame didn't show up at all. I really want to go home."

Margaret flipped through the diary quickly. Most of it was pretty dull, only recounting the original host's tedious routine and her cautious attitude toward the three men.

Until the last few pages, the handwriting suddenly got messy.

"Everyone says Ms. James is wonderful. S-class spiritual power. Gentle and beautiful. Even her gene rank is A-class."

"Mr. Noah went to her place again."

"Mr. Walker gave her a starbloom."

"Mr. Flame yelled at me because I didn't reply to Ms. James' greeting fast enough. But I really did try my best..."

"I fainted today. The medical department said it was spiritual power exhaustion."

"I fainted again. Woke up in the medical pod. Heard a nurse say: Poor thing. The compatibility is so high, but her body just can't handle it."

The last page had only one line. The handwriting was heavy—almost tearing through the paper.

It read, "I want to go home."

Margaret closed the diary and sat in silence for a long time. She already knew all this from the scattered memory fragments. But seeing the original host's own handwriting—it still made her heart ache for that poor girl, just for a moment.

"Primo," she said softly. "What was the compatibility rate between the original host and those three beastmen?"

Primo replied, "Accessing database... Found it. The original host Margaret's compatibility with Raikes was 92%. With Kiran, 90%. With Ardon, 89%. All of them are rare, high-compatibility matches."

"That high?" Margaret raised an eyebrow. "Then why..."

Why was she still treated like trash? Why was she ignored? Why—when they were the most compatible partners for each other—did she live like an outsider?

Primo's voice came at just the right time. It was still gentle, but with a rare hint of carefulness.

"According to this world's research literature on spiritual power," Primo said, "when a female performs spiritual cleansing for a male, the best outcome comes from matching at the same rank. If the male's rank is higher than the female's, the bigger the gap, the heavier the spiritual load on the female during the process. If the gap exceeds one full rank, the cleansing effect itself drops significantly. If it exceeds two ranks, the female's spiritual power will suffer irreversible damage from long-term forced matching. In severe cases, it can be life-threatening."

So it wasn't that the original host didn't want to help them. It was that she couldn't. It wasn't that she didn't try. It was that her body couldn't take it.

And those three men—cold, indifferent, ignoring her like it was nothing—had never once stopped to think: what did a C-class female actually have to give up just to coexist with three S-class beastmen?

They only saw Phoebe's shining S-class light. No one ever asked that little C-class girl—after every cleansing session, when she passed out alone in the medical pod—if it hurt.

Even though the original host was only C-class, as their female mate, she had still given them many spiritual cleansings over those three years.

In this world, there were two ways for a female to soothe and cleanse a male. One was spiritual cleansing. The other was physical contact. Those three men hated physical contact with her—probably because they wanted to stay "pure" for their goddess Phoebe. So all along, the original host had only been able to use spiritual cleansing. And for a C-class like her, that was even harder.

Sure, the three of them acted cold toward her. But their spiritual beasts were oddly drawn to her—probably because of that high compatibility.

Margaret let out a soft snort. Then she opened the small metal box. Inside, there were no jewels and no secret documents, just two things.

One was a bundle of dried flowers tied with a ribbon. Margaret carefully pinched it and took a closer look. It was starbloom.

"It's starbloom, Host," Primo said in her mind.

Margaret nodded and put it back. Then she picked up the other item. It was a holographic photo.

She activated it. The image floated up in front of her eyes. A middle-aged man with a gentle smile, a woman with soft, kind eyes, and between them stood a young version of the original host. All three of them wore simple house clothes. The background showed a small courtyard full of blooming starblooms.

In the bottom corner of the photo, there was a small line of text. It read, "Margaret's 7th birthday, at the old house on Earth."

Earth?

Margaret practically shot up from the bed.

"Earth?" She whispered the word without realizing it. "How can it be Earth?"

Could it be just a coincidence? Before I was sent here, the world I had lived in was also called Earth.

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