The Unwanted Wife's SSS-Class Husbands

Chapter 4

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hed the

Federation capital city was a death wish. Survival

o a stop beside her, its engine a near-

expression a perfect bl

r voice sickly sweet

coin arced through the air, landing with a

ater. She didn't feel anger. She didn't feel humili

cold, wet metal. She straightened up and loo

of the coin along the expensive paint job. It left a long, ja

nd walked away, melting into the crowds

echoed behind her, but it was

he pulled up the file on Tartarus-7. It was worse than she thought. A failed terraforming project, a former min

her inside a prison. Her stomach tightened involuntarily, a cold knot of something she hadn't felt in a long time. She

Good evening, citizen," it buzzed in a synthesized New York accent. "Tickets to

nt pass at the bot's sensor. "One w

contract." It whirred, clicked, and spat out a flimsy, yellowish paper ticket. A set of glowing

supplies. The flight attendant, a surly man with a stained uniform, verified the mandatory transport voucher on her pass f

e ship finally shuddered to a halt, the rear cargo door groaned op

odel, painted in faded camouflage, with heavy treads and a boxy

m its speaker. "Identity conf

blinked

two conflicting data points: "military dependent" and "new hire." But the sanitarium's need for a cook was appar

sides, a sharp, coppery smell hung in the air, mixed with the unsettling hum of raw, u

s bag out onto the dusty tarmac. "Goo

ing to steal her rations back on Earth. The look that promised a slow, p

off, leaving her alone on the landing pad with

rey concrete, surrounded by a shimmering, occasionally sputtering ene

ts," Unit 007 stated, its mechan

credit coin still clutched in her hand. The

liation had just become her key to a new life. She could almost picture

r cele

cared about the hunt. And this wasteland, this p

cavernous entrance. A gust of cold, damp air washed over her,

ared her shoulders, and follo

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“At a high-society gala, my wealthy fiancé shoved me hard onto the polished marble floor. "Get away from me, you worthless stalker," he hissed in front of hundreds of mocking elites. He publicly broke our engagement, calling me a genetic dead-end, a worthless "Psi-Null." My own cousin and my other co-fiancés immediately joined the betrayal, legally freezing my trust fund, repossessing my home, and leaving me completely penniless in the rain. As if that wasn't enough, the Federal matching system suddenly flashed red, assigning me five new mandatory partners. They weren't just anyone. They were five decommissioned SSS-class military legends. But they were all on the verge of terminal energy collapse, rapidly devolving into mindless, bloodthirsty beasts. I was instantly exiled to the Umbra Sanitarium, a high-security prison on a toxic wasteland planet. My cousin laughed hysterically, tossing a ten-credit coin into a puddle at my feet. "Not only are you shackled to five dying madmen, but you're being exiled to the galaxy's garbage dump!" Everyone expected me to cry, to beg, or to be torn apart as their final meal. They didn't know the pathetic, love-sick Hadley had died when her head hit that marble floor. My soul, forged in the fires of a dead, post-apocalyptic world, had taken over this body. I calmly picked up the coin, boarded the rusted cargo ship, and took the job as the prison's new Head Chef. Looking at the chaotic, deadly energy radiating from the five terrifying monsters in their cells, I smiled. They thought this was my tomb, but it was actually the perfect feeding ground to level up my dormant powers.”