The SSS-rank Guide Doesn't Need Saving novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: On The Way To Sector Nine (1)

Theon’s message revealed to her where Zenick’s crewmates were staying. They were scattered across the lower and middle sectors, staying at bars and pleasure districts. What he had sent her wasn’t all of Zenick’s crewmates.

However, from their locations alone, Aisha could deduce that either these crewmates truly had no idea about her older brother’s whereabouts or... they knew and didn’t care.

Whichever it was, Aisha had to uncover by the end of the day. Time was already ticking—starting on the day she last saw Zenick—and danger waits for no one.

"I’ve already met them earlier today. Why do you suddenly want their locations?"

Theon had wanted to call her, and given the dire situation, Aisha did not hesitate to pause whatever bad blood had formed between them.

Aisha walked over to the shelf and picked up a jar of miasma. As she turned it, the liquid sloshed and squirmed inside like a living creature. But the moment she pressed her face closer to peer through the glass, the miasma recoiled as if burned, squeezing its gooey form against the opposite wall.

"Aisha... what do you really plan to do by knowing where Zenick’s crewmates are?"

Theon hadn’t heard a response come from her. He tried to be patient with her, but the silence only gnawed at him.

"Wait..."

Aisha casually said just as he was losing his patience. She turned the jar slightly, the miasma squeezing on the other side again. Smart. She couldn’t help but praise it in her head. Though it possessed no brain, the miasma had its own instinct. A consciousness that recognized her as someone it couldn’t beat. Or perhaps, someone who could purge out its existence.

"Who did you talk to earlier?" she asked.

"A guy named Marlon and Styx, the third mate and bosun."

Aisha glanced at her terminal. She found Marlon and Styx on the crewmates’ location that Theon had given her. They were both inside a pleasure district in the ninth sector.

"Alright," Aisha said.

Frustrated at her avoiding his questions, he huffed loudly. "What the hell are you really planning to do? Do you plan to meet them? Don’t. I’m telling you this, but they’re not some men who will treat you gently, Aisha. They’re rough men who have lived their entire lives as stellar merchants!"

The lives of a merchant outside space weren’t all that glorious. They stay outside their planets for years, and the possibility of even returning relied on their own ability to survive. People who had stayed in the space for so long aren’t simple and ordinary citizens.

Meeting them when they had just arrived in Gaia could be disastrous. Their savagery still cloaked their bodies like a second skin. If Aisha were to meet them now, who knows what they’d do to her.

"Theon," Aisha called his name, snapping him awake from his musings. "You’re the last person I want to worry about me."

Theon was startled. "I—"

"I’m hanging up."

***

Aisha stepped out of the gate and locked it behind her. Her hair was still tied in a braid, though she had rolled it into a bun and held it up by a couple of needles, carefully keeping it out of sight.

She chose loose dark pants, fitting her slender legs. They made it easier for her to kick, and the fabric used was flexible enough that she didn’t need a time-out between fights for a wardrobe malfunction. The storage bag she tied around her belt also made her think of it as invisible armor.

Never one to leave her house unarmed, Aisha paused to look at the house.

If things went down tonight, she might never be able to return to this place.

With that thought, Aisha contemplated sending Zeke a message. He ought to know that she might not return.

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